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I could swallow Two pounds and the sea wouldn't Feel an inch I'd sink into the ground Filled with the salt and water Fighting to be released You block the sun with your body In an effort to protect my eyes But you burn me all the same Just let the sun scorch me For my mother knows the cure Aloe and frozen peas On the floor of my grandmas beach house I can't put aloe on your gentle touch when cars come too close I can't sooth the way you turn away right before we sleep My lack of presence in your mind My unreciprocated kiss I'm filled with the sea I want to regurgitate the entire ocean And lay hollow in the sand Waiting for someone to pump Me full of blood and matter Who will do it It won't be you Don't touch me Your touch is regret And your beauty stings I know you've had water that Fills you up nicely and turns sour In the intestines it turns to curdled milk I could have been good for you I would have dribbled clear fresh water down your throat And patted your mouth dry But the conditional leaks slow **** That feels like release And is always just unnecessary pain If I leave you be you will heal on your own
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Mediterranean
I could swallow Two pounds and the sea wouldn't Feel an inch I'd sink into the ground Filled with the salt and water Fighting to be released You block the sun with your body In an effort to protect my eyes But you burn me all the same Just let the sun scorch me For my mother knows the cure Aloe and frozen peas On the floor of my grandmas beach house I can't put aloe on your gentle touch when cars come too close I can't sooth the way you turn away right before we sleep My lack of presence in your mind My unreciprocated kiss I'm filled with the sea I want to regurgitate the entire ocean And lay hollow in the sand Waiting for someone to pump Me full of blood and matter Who will do it It won't be you Don't touch me Your touch is regret And your beauty stings I know you've had water that Fills you up nicely and turns sour In the intestines it turns to curdled milk I could have been good for you I would have dribbled clear fresh water down your throat And patted your mouth dry But the conditional leaks slow **** That feels like release And is always just unnecessary pain If I leave you be you will heal on your own
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
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