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Absence has seven letters As does your name I should have seen the glaring neon warning in this But I was too busy counting the seven scars that you claimed defined you Giving a heroic story to each Slowly encoding your biography into my blood I met you on the seventh of July A glowering shadow across the bonfire A smile filled with seven fake teeth Hands that would become all too familiar in the months preceding It took me seven days to memorize the seven numbers connecting you to me One number a day for a whole week Seven numbers that I cannot will myself to forget I find my fingers attracted to each in succession Only to hang up when I hear your raspy hello in the early hours of the morning There are seven wonders of the world I claim to have seen each As I scour over your body Finding the Taj Mahal carefully constructed of your hip bones Balancing on the Great Wall of your fifth rib Touring the marbled landscape of the Coliseum between your shoulder blades Your smile Hands Nose Voice But there are also seven deadly sins Lying tongues and tears shed
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
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Absence has seven letters As does your name I should have seen the glaring neon warning in this But I was too busy counting the seven scars that you claimed defined you Giving a heroic story to each Slowly encoding your biography into my blood I met you on the seventh of July A glowering shadow across the bonfire A smile filled with seven fake teeth Hands that would become all too familiar in the months preceding It took me seven days to memorize the seven numbers connecting you to me One number a day for a whole week Seven numbers that I cannot will myself to forget I find my fingers attracted to each in succession Only to hang up when I hear your raspy hello in the early hours of the morning There are seven wonders of the world I claim to have seen each As I scour over your body Finding the Taj Mahal carefully constructed of your hip bones Balancing on the Great Wall of your fifth rib Touring the marbled landscape of the Coliseum between your shoulder blades Your smile Hands Nose Voice But there are also seven deadly sins Lying tongues and tears shed
#love#lies#lust#bodies#sinning
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keah-rose
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
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