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youre in a too-small bed in pediatrics all sticky plasters and twitching toes stuffed full of wires, pink to the bone hollow and soft, impossibly close youre a skinned hare, still running eyes drippy with moon milk so fresh teeth carved from wax and every orifice a wound; every love, from the flesh so now the sun rises on a sea of all-pale im holding your hand, waiting to flower you let down your hair--i know its gone thin but dear deer, ill still try your tower we're wasting away in symmetrical styles one from the heart; another from the head ill leave it to you to figure which is literal ill leave it to you to see my blood be bled (its too much for me, now: all i can consider are the slow and subtle pains of sharing your bed.)
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Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
sweeter waters
youre in a too-small bed in pediatrics all sticky plasters and twitching toes stuffed full of wires, pink to the bone hollow and soft, impossibly close youre a skinned hare, still running eyes drippy with moon milk so fresh teeth carved from wax and every orifice a wound; every love, from the flesh so now the sun rises on a sea of all-pale im holding your hand, waiting to flower you let down your hair--i know its gone thin but dear deer, ill still try your tower we're wasting away in symmetrical styles one from the heart; another from the head ill leave it to you to figure which is literal ill leave it to you to see my blood be bled (its too much for me, now: all i can consider are the slow and subtle pains of sharing your bed.)
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Scottish
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
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