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bye bye valentine you said i was the puppy that everyone wants to touch but i wont let them you were the one with perfect posture and it makes us all want it you were the one with all the **** me" in you and you sacrifice it all for yourself like a feral dog or cat him as a self reliant fool me as the everyone else my sense of possession my harmless diseases themselves apparent in waning gibbous moonlight the mildly pretty one who says can i get in there? of course you can but here in this empty place even though you're gorgeous ( everyone forgets about beauty and feeling) even when your that you're still that and there might not have conscious as she sat next to me everyday i didn't say a word not because i was afraid of what she could say but because i knew what she couldn't say and to think of the parched mind as supplement to my heart beating take all you need to drown your to your hearts content the mildew we sprinkled on pretty days mold inside the walls threatening to bring the health department in and shut the place down insect wings wetted by spit flying from your mouth from talking too much we're here up in the big blue silver lining waiting for you to come home waiting for the hammer to come down we know each other now and even our sleepless nights are punctuated by thoughts and dreams of each other
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
bye bye val
bye bye valentine you said i was the puppy that everyone wants to touch but i wont let them you were the one with perfect posture and it makes us all want it you were the one with all the **** me" in you and you sacrifice it all for yourself like a feral dog or cat him as a self reliant fool me as the everyone else my sense of possession my harmless diseases themselves apparent in waning gibbous moonlight the mildly pretty one who says can i get in there? of course you can but here in this empty place even though you're gorgeous ( everyone forgets about beauty and feeling) even when your that you're still that and there might not have conscious as she sat next to me everyday i didn't say a word not because i was afraid of what she could say but because i knew what she couldn't say and to think of the parched mind as supplement to my heart beating take all you need to drown your to your hearts content the mildew we sprinkled on pretty days mold inside the walls threatening to bring the health department in and shut the place down insect wings wetted by spit flying from your mouth from talking too much we're here up in the big blue silver lining waiting for you to come home waiting for the hammer to come down we know each other now and even our sleepless nights are punctuated by thoughts and dreams of each other
happy v-day
carl-hoek
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
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