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When I needed a google search to tell me if I was still a ****** It took a game of dare or double dare to teach me I don’t know repeated sounds an awful lot like yes and two fingers can drop mountains on boundaries not yet built – serrated edges on once innocent skin I let you carve me. Nine years later and I’m still trying to find air in the ocean where it all happened. I took lessons, but I never learned how to swim. I remember thinking you must’ve liked me, that was the reason and returning the favor would’ve made it okay. I found you in my freshmen year yearbook. But I was wearing a bikini shaped like ignorance and a smile lined with naïve you weren’t reaching for my heart when you went to hold my hand, forcibly lacing my fingers like ribs around your **** I still wonder if dropping the I don’t before the know would’ve made any difference.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
I Was Thirteen Years Old
When I needed a google search to tell me if I was still a ****** It took a game of dare or double dare to teach me I don’t know repeated sounds an awful lot like yes and two fingers can drop mountains on boundaries not yet built – serrated edges on once innocent skin I let you carve me. Nine years later and I’m still trying to find air in the ocean where it all happened. I took lessons, but I never learned how to swim. I remember thinking you must’ve liked me, that was the reason and returning the favor would’ve made it okay. I found you in my freshmen year yearbook. But I was wearing a bikini shaped like ignorance and a smile lined with naïve you weren’t reaching for my heart when you went to hold my hand, forcibly lacing my fingers like ribs around your **** I still wonder if dropping the I don’t before the know would’ve made any difference.
11.26.15
emily-k-fisk
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
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