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in those days we were all grit and computer screen grime nails too far out from the hardwood floor the last time we kissed the car was in drive and I wondered if we had anything still exhilarating until fingers burnt on blown out tires nose bleeds in the morning novelty by the mouthful you’re destruction, that’s holy in hindsight I re-scratch your patterns in my back lick the old twists of your tongue in the beginning, you said you’d leave me whole I itch for anything you left undone.
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Mar 9, 2022
Mar 9, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
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in those days we were all grit and computer screen grime nails too far out from the hardwood floor the last time we kissed the car was in drive and I wondered if we had anything still exhilarating until fingers burnt on blown out tires nose bleeds in the morning novelty by the mouthful you’re destruction, that’s holy in hindsight I re-scratch your patterns in my back lick the old twists of your tongue in the beginning, you said you’d leave me whole I itch for anything you left undone.
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