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...and i woke up, and my motion persists, my trailing light- split to trail- lines, to curl out and line up with your perfect skin. imperfect smile, love, it is invisible to all eyes: shaking and glistening, i'd give it all, for one simple quivering moment spent with you. just one photograph with palms aligned. eyes alight. alas, for all this is but nothing. all a ploy, you're finding affection in patterns in static, monumental, clawing eagerly through the dark; here, it's high noon. and i'm stone sober, and missing you like malfunctioning lungs. i haul breath to roll your syllables over my tastebuds, again more broken glass down the back of my skull just to steal a thought away from inscrutable you. oh, honey, the things i'd do...
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
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...and i woke up, and my motion persists, my trailing light- split to trail- lines, to curl out and line up with your perfect skin. imperfect smile, love, it is invisible to all eyes: shaking and glistening, i'd give it all, for one simple quivering moment spent with you. just one photograph with palms aligned. eyes alight. alas, for all this is but nothing. all a ploy, you're finding affection in patterns in static, monumental, clawing eagerly through the dark; here, it's high noon. and i'm stone sober, and missing you like malfunctioning lungs. i haul breath to roll your syllables over my tastebuds, again more broken glass down the back of my skull just to steal a thought away from inscrutable you. oh, honey, the things i'd do...
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New Zealander
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
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