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steady flow of tongue, red sheets fly off corners touch blistered lips. blood runs, enough to be a river down the valley of her belly drowning. admirable tolerance, her stained teeth talking sweetly, hands abuse love exists but not enough for you to preserve her. mouths brush against each other gone white clasped fingers, her lost breath flooding from blue cheeks, gasping until you   let lungs continue. she wouldn't be here if death sounded uncomfortable. it kills her not to be your favorite. if she has to give it because body means everything, if beauty is obsolete she will let you take every day this week because she's weak and needy. she reapplies clothing like routine and locks the door with her key when leaving but gets no kisses goodbye why you don't feel bad?
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Monday.
steady flow of tongue, red sheets fly off corners touch blistered lips. blood runs, enough to be a river down the valley of her belly drowning. admirable tolerance, her stained teeth talking sweetly, hands abuse love exists but not enough for you to preserve her. mouths brush against each other gone white clasped fingers, her lost breath flooding from blue cheeks, gasping until you   let lungs continue. she wouldn't be here if death sounded uncomfortable. it kills her not to be your favorite. if she has to give it because body means everything, if beauty is obsolete she will let you take every day this week because she's weak and needy. she reapplies clothing like routine and locks the door with her key when leaving but gets no kisses goodbye why you don't feel bad?
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
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