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His voice eases my skin, fingers shadow Inch, inch, inching, how much? Elephant eyes Hidden behind hair, scattered strewn fabric. Tangled mess of limbs, nothing outlasts weather. You’re not my last and you’re not my first. So don’t call don’t text don’t be what you think you need to be I don’t know if it’s you or me but it might as well be you because I don’t feel so hot I’m here and only your body is I urge to illicit the utmost joy your hands itch at the thought of touching me. my heart hurts and I don’t have the up why up up up up up up up It’s simply down down down downdowndown down down down down down down down down d(own) down down down down down down
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
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His voice eases my skin, fingers shadow Inch, inch, inching, how much? Elephant eyes Hidden behind hair, scattered strewn fabric. Tangled mess of limbs, nothing outlasts weather. You’re not my last and you’re not my first. So don’t call don’t text don’t be what you think you need to be I don’t know if it’s you or me but it might as well be you because I don’t feel so hot I’m here and only your body is I urge to illicit the utmost joy your hands itch at the thought of touching me. my heart hurts and I don’t have the up why up up up up up up up It’s simply down down down downdowndown down down down down down down down down d(own) down down down down down down
emily-morgan
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
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