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It was complicated. It was Swallowing rusty nails And clawing our way towards something We didn’t know we wanted. I remember my sister All brown eyes and bitten nails Body bound in towel. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” As a stripe of blood Serpents down her dryad leg. She points to where her razor slipped. I remember how ripe the evening was. He was cool and still And my ears blushed from the wine. He quietly asked me home And my No was quieter. He picked me up like I weighed nothing. We were laughing.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
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It was complicated. It was Swallowing rusty nails And clawing our way towards something We didn’t know we wanted. I remember my sister All brown eyes and bitten nails Body bound in towel. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” As a stripe of blood Serpents down her dryad leg. She points to where her razor slipped. I remember how ripe the evening was. He was cool and still And my ears blushed from the wine. He quietly asked me home And my No was quieter. He picked me up like I weighed nothing. We were laughing.
lucy-hayes
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
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