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let’s talk about the time i let you kiss me against that spit plastered                   **** streaked                               wall against my better judgement that kiss stained your lips with cherries in the snow                                    [actually let’s not talk about the time i let you kiss me] i match my fingernails to my lipstick color           [because a man in the 1950s had a genius idea to sell more make up] but i don't think you noticed that signifier of high maintenance                            [because we took the subway back to yours after the show] as if i could live with a grown man do you even watch law & order? the fact that you knew pythagoras’ theorem when i was being pushed out of the womb at first turned me on but after getting in [your] hot water it scared me how much more you knew were you my apple?
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
for a man from brooklyn.
let’s talk about the time i let you kiss me against that spit plastered                   **** streaked                               wall against my better judgement that kiss stained your lips with cherries in the snow                                    [actually let’s not talk about the time i let you kiss me] i match my fingernails to my lipstick color           [because a man in the 1950s had a genius idea to sell more make up] but i don't think you noticed that signifier of high maintenance                            [because we took the subway back to yours after the show] as if i could live with a grown man do you even watch law & order? the fact that you knew pythagoras’ theorem when i was being pushed out of the womb at first turned me on but after getting in [your] hot water it scared me how much more you knew were you my apple?
it's really hard to format this poem on the hellopoetry add poem thingy so forgive me if this looks wack.
mingus-daniels-taylor
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
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