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The dawn of October stains my palms how the nicotine stains your teeth. The cinnamon leaves storm about raking your dusty lashes, like stalks of fruit. Ocher crumbs and cocoa seeds besmirch the damp soil, clumsily. You are defined with: pulpy cider hues my slow, chemical solstice. A cornflower symphony hummed by the trees, bare and trembling, the fruitful pining of their inner bark, the ****** that lines my pumpkin patch. I squint at the flaxen sun that drips golden beyond my shoulder, where the sinuous maple tree, gnarled branches and all will breathe your name. Your body is a coal mine me, an irrelevant dilettante I cannot winnow you out like the flame of a match or peel you from my sole.
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
Gossamer blush.
The dawn of October stains my palms how the nicotine stains your teeth. The cinnamon leaves storm about raking your dusty lashes, like stalks of fruit. Ocher crumbs and cocoa seeds besmirch the damp soil, clumsily. You are defined with: pulpy cider hues my slow, chemical solstice. A cornflower symphony hummed by the trees, bare and trembling, the fruitful pining of their inner bark, the ****** that lines my pumpkin patch. I squint at the flaxen sun that drips golden beyond my shoulder, where the sinuous maple tree, gnarled branches and all will breathe your name. Your body is a coal mine me, an irrelevant dilettante I cannot winnow you out like the flame of a match or peel you from my sole.
marina-rose
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marina-rose
American
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
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