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I count my steps, my heart like some mis-ticking pedometer uneven and syncopated disassociated and dislocated with my head in the clouds I found, retracing my steps, my foot in my mouth all the while we kissed. No wonder, then that you tasted like the roads we traveled together, each time more insipid than the last, and each word I spoke was muddled dry and bland or saturated and sticking under fingernails between your teeth
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Matters of Podiatry
I count my steps, my heart like some mis-ticking pedometer uneven and syncopated disassociated and dislocated with my head in the clouds I found, retracing my steps, my foot in my mouth all the while we kissed. No wonder, then that you tasted like the roads we traveled together, each time more insipid than the last, and each word I spoke was muddled dry and bland or saturated and sticking under fingernails between your teeth
#relationships#feet#dirt#roads
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riq-schwartz
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
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