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At night, lavender seeps into the room with it's hypnotizing scent to formulate the words. But loose lips attract the honeybees divvying up the compassion that we might see. And petunias may have costly fees that you and I cannot foresee. Do staple this poem onto that wall you put up, so long ago I've noticed I might add, and maybe use it as blackmail against my future self. Know that I tried but failed, and that truth, freedom, beauty and love cannot stomach the pressure of being the right words between you and I. So to Tortuga, I will say. to Tortuga! The place we belong among the snivels and the ******** and many more. Where sand granules snakes through the straw-like hair to fly and be no more and some more among the stars. We can connect the stars with imaginary lines and I will draw you a spider with hairy eyes and you paint me a fish with silky fins in the dotted blue colored sky. Blow me another purple smoke ring from this lovely pipe of hooka, pour me another glass of this tantalizing elixir, and we shall forevermore be the ones we always were you and I, nevermore.
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Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
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At night, lavender seeps into the room with it's hypnotizing scent to formulate the words. But loose lips attract the honeybees divvying up the compassion that we might see. And petunias may have costly fees that you and I cannot foresee. Do staple this poem onto that wall you put up, so long ago I've noticed I might add, and maybe use it as blackmail against my future self. Know that I tried but failed, and that truth, freedom, beauty and love cannot stomach the pressure of being the right words between you and I. So to Tortuga, I will say. to Tortuga! The place we belong among the snivels and the ******** and many more. Where sand granules snakes through the straw-like hair to fly and be no more and some more among the stars. We can connect the stars with imaginary lines and I will draw you a spider with hairy eyes and you paint me a fish with silky fins in the dotted blue colored sky. Blow me another purple smoke ring from this lovely pipe of hooka, pour me another glass of this tantalizing elixir, and we shall forevermore be the ones we always were you and I, nevermore.
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Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
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