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he doesn't love me anymore took the fresh end of the ***** and carved his name into the garden i built just for his elbows i should have known it when the daffodils and iris' uprooted and left me there to curate and press my own skin for memories he needed a mother and i gave him the honeysuckle promises he wanted more and i dismissed his affections now he's found someone who will only give him depth of one kind penetrating the body, not the mind
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
phone calls for prisoners
he doesn't love me anymore took the fresh end of the ***** and carved his name into the garden i built just for his elbows i should have known it when the daffodils and iris' uprooted and left me there to curate and press my own skin for memories he needed a mother and i gave him the honeysuckle promises he wanted more and i dismissed his affections now he's found someone who will only give him depth of one kind penetrating the body, not the mind
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
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