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******* dreams come false behind the sink in a one bedroom apartment I remember the smell of curtains from the seventies When we were young no-one told us bleeding hearts were scribbles on a bathroom wall No-one told us how to fall I made love to an older man once, and found that his fear of breaking me made me feel like porcelain though I have had to be a mountain, stone, for some time now We sang along to slow music in fast cars, the adrenaline days Lingering in limbo made me think I was a hundred years old, newborn Names escape me, even I escaped me as a lovely side effect to the escape itself Toxic love children singing along to bohemian rhapsody, summertime melancholy I used to love guinness in my attempt to be a poetically old soul, eighteen years old Feet dancing across rooftops in a haze Dazed Stressed. Depressed. Compressed. For so long I held my head under water When finally free, the lightest of touches would burn my skin And from deep within I felt a desire to possess Heart still set aside, I am become purple Say my name
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Rear view mirror confessions
******* dreams come false behind the sink in a one bedroom apartment I remember the smell of curtains from the seventies When we were young no-one told us bleeding hearts were scribbles on a bathroom wall No-one told us how to fall I made love to an older man once, and found that his fear of breaking me made me feel like porcelain though I have had to be a mountain, stone, for some time now We sang along to slow music in fast cars, the adrenaline days Lingering in limbo made me think I was a hundred years old, newborn Names escape me, even I escaped me as a lovely side effect to the escape itself Toxic love children singing along to bohemian rhapsody, summertime melancholy I used to love guinness in my attempt to be a poetically old soul, eighteen years old Feet dancing across rooftops in a haze Dazed Stressed. Depressed. Compressed. For so long I held my head under water When finally free, the lightest of touches would burn my skin And from deep within I felt a desire to possess Heart still set aside, I am become purple Say my name
therese-telle
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
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