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you think your bones are ripe and fresh as summer fruit and you know it will hurt when you pluck yourself from the vine it should not be that way you offer yourself to the night, **** and full-bellied and black as ink your body bends as an altar to any star that hungers for something as earthly as you.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
grapefruit
you think your bones are ripe and fresh as summer fruit and you know it will hurt when you pluck yourself from the vine it should not be that way you offer yourself to the night, **** and full-bellied and black as ink your body bends as an altar to any star that hungers for something as earthly as you.
value yourself, please.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
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