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Loose clothes I’m restricted within hanging to my knees my own cocktail party dress Your attention served on a platter of horderves small, insufficient to fill feeding off finger sandwiches I wouldn’t dare touch with bare hands unable to unbutton oh, boys and girls, it’s so easy to undress each other; buttons line up on opposite sides clothes caught in the line of fire hung out to dry Billy Mays can’t save your slip oxiclean, oxycodone I’ll hide my ****** braisers in a creaking chest while mine lies open pandora’s box I can’t find the lid to I’ll break worn out hairbands I can’t contain what chains my cotton mouth too dry, pressed dried tulips cracked, two lips Heat & moisture of a summer day iron-released steam I’m burning the clothes you can’t get me out of One day, I’ll be able to walk outside a naked moon dangling one eye to see all that my bedroom shirts conceal
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
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Loose clothes I’m restricted within hanging to my knees my own cocktail party dress Your attention served on a platter of horderves small, insufficient to fill feeding off finger sandwiches I wouldn’t dare touch with bare hands unable to unbutton oh, boys and girls, it’s so easy to undress each other; buttons line up on opposite sides clothes caught in the line of fire hung out to dry Billy Mays can’t save your slip oxiclean, oxycodone I’ll hide my ****** braisers in a creaking chest while mine lies open pandora’s box I can’t find the lid to I’ll break worn out hairbands I can’t contain what chains my cotton mouth too dry, pressed dried tulips cracked, two lips Heat & moisture of a summer day iron-released steam I’m burning the clothes you can’t get me out of One day, I’ll be able to walk outside a naked moon dangling one eye to see all that my bedroom shirts conceal
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
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