i still shall repeat
(which is my cheeks)
through this cold
night, where rain is,

if even though

       (here)

is where only
the cold rain is


kiss
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"Let's put it this way: if anyone was
actually honest all the time you would
hate them–you would deride them,
you would do anything to disbelieve
the things they told you. Honesty
disgusts us. Only someone who was
insane or hated themselves would
always be honest–absolute honesty is
the same thing as insanity."







































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"The making of anything beautiful is always accompanied by a lot of difficulty, ugliness and pain."

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                 ­                                                                 ­                                you
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                                                                            ****'s ******.












































                                                                                                                                                                              .

within these lips
are 2 folds of kiss,

pulling with feeling
to saltwine and ****.

here are some deep in you ideas of living,
they are the rain sunshine and hands
amongst such grass as neatly distilled breathing

(i have often and have you ever wondered how you are a living so

                  nearly of perfect temporary body

)it constantly does seem the as such

some times occasionally will us of mouths
with drinking crisp waters of hurting Spring

explode fawn like into crimson sweetness
of hard dying somber infinities,

that move with what grace into deep ideas of living;

they do not know how.




                                    (but i do)

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"I feel like I've been waiting my whole life just to hear somebody say, 'I can't wait to see you tonight.'"

the very ugly beautiful you
AMERICA i

we the
(people)you
and me
are

"I'm so tired of being alone. It's like a weight; just heavy on me. And sometimes I almost want it to crush me. Just to get it over with. Just to be done with it."

"You did this little thing, when I kissed
you after I had gone down on you,
where you ****** your juices off the
tip of my nose. It was one of the most
****** things I've ever experienced."

sits God 26 boys inside one boy trying
to be at a man making his hands
unboy fingers around the glancing
mire of 26 years lived like a.

he gets up every morning out
to work goes in one boy
26 boys
God
sits
a
.

sweep of swept
in doze'n lair,
where ice is free
and snow has care

i miss you are dead
somewhere
dead maybe

you were alive once
unknown
,but knowing  . how

like it feels to dark within
the instant upon looking
through wet neatness of
glass onto the rain

where a city is

and say, "because it stops for no one."

over a red mountain sits the sunningly
die gorgeous
of the whole life's world that

where that

i

plunged myster-ly
up into

rising upon

(a thousand quick years)


to set my teeth into


each brilliant folly of my self
(                       –a foible which
all men
share)

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                                      "I will be great."










































.

("i love you")
        the
sweat smell
the
kiss spitly,

fork tongued
and paired
swollen of

pollen drugged
and cool sweltering

pale chested and
tight limbing

of neck throat
hand swallow
finger filling.

speak again sea
the ears inside
cannot hear
the certain dark sound

within you
(almost)

as shifts
almost

the air of your lungs
to rise through
dusted night of sleep

and

in certain care
the darkness of your spoken–keep

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"I'm sorry."

I love you.

(I'm sorry.)

"Goodbye."











































.

stop enjoying the beautiful things other people make.

start making the beautiful things other people enjoy.

i think i shall die
that there is a rose in my lips–
the sea everywhere
and the barely sound
of washing over
the sand
it.

turns leaf over who through rain divides the world into muster and bluster of almost autumn nights thick with near darkness; it cannot feel to shift or move a muscle only to roll under the deep muzzle of rain and stem.

you.re like me not like me you.re exactly
nothing precisely like me

                                               just nothing
                                               at all
                                               everything like me
                                               you.
                                               re
                                               j
                                               U
                                              s
                                               t
                                                 like me
                                                 (not)

watch    from     go

(something sweet)

to
to                    tally

****           vicious


give  your     neck

around           me
fingers       inside,

teeth hands  full
with,
             "      ****."                                    Look


into his i want to
see you become
how,

           "swallow."

"Nobody will ever really love you,
because people really only love
themselves."

somewhere (
quietly)
there is a suicide,

the doors won't open,

and everywhere

it is raining.

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                                ­         "      Let's be honest:

                                                 you're real cute,

                
                              but I'd probably just want to *******

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.

what are to me you do doing
                to me
you youing?

the hard that comes
where soft is key:
(mouths that hurt
on bended knees);

teeth that teeth
through sharp where skin,
pushing self
when clothes are thin.

it was cold your heel hurt and i'm sorry because we were walking to get some food i was thinking about how you are so nice to kiss and "this is magic" the world and your eyes and the easy body of your silence between the houses "this moment" and my hands full of box with scones i couldn't wait to see you smile


"I know it's ridiculous,


                                                but I'm serious."

turn me off(in your body there is a switch
which
ignites the pale frame of flowers


                                     To bloom,

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    "Do you like it when I call you a ****?"
































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                                           "Do you like to eat *****?"




































.

only real way 'cause
thick up down:
******* ,



               i'm


sorry                 'cause


                i'm


gonna hurt)hurt you

a lot


                  (tonight

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                                                  who loves shall not die beyond there body.



























































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                                                                                                                                                                              .

this own self,
which you are live with,
that moves through your hands
into the body of the ocean:

(i am in love with) ;

and quietly.

instead
as like the curing
of soft shadows into
the verdant copse

of a forest suddenly
still with
leaf and sun,

i will love you.

it feels the each,
the mouth into which
sun crawls
moon sings
and trees

suddenly bluster
with and with.

a lark
a poppy
and the breaking

of darkness before

a fist swollen of
red newness to be:


(to be hard ; to be naked ; to be great)

comes not this, my dear because
like my dear because
as like rain as like
sheets of trembling
morning push over press
between pages of lilies
your white body of because

(i live) .

whatayou whatayou whatayou
come on,

Babe

let me

put a finger in ya
in ya lips
in ya, honey

let me dip you
wanna
taste

?


(   "  Taste it.  "   )

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                                      "Did you ever really love me?"



                                      "I don't know."


























































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.

a something quietly poem does

touching through new lips
sound and says

a something slim
wristed glasses hair
darkly which bunch
around the shining edge

of her cheek

(moon scarred by hard youth) perhaps

which makes me smile
suddenly without
thinking to smile

.

seeing this boy:
gets naked
with the hands of
drink.

drooling, vomits
              ––

into nothing

sinks.

suddenly light
(which inexplicable mountains have torn)




                         Your fist
                         is prettiest
                         when



it opens
.

do you i
have some
memories

   of remembering

some remembering

i was when
you were

two cold outside
to walk and
we so
(staying)
stayed inside you

were very warm

and




                                             (it was so cold outside)

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                              "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

  
  
                            


                              "Taking pictures of naked girls."






























.

kiss has been the turn
the twist
upon
the folding over of roses

over roses

into.

who am i
that i have been
my own self

in dark rooms
,perhaps,
reading

or

in silence
only

but

wanting to


SPEAK

love, that what are thee:
i am trying to find,

having come to a dark wood
–i went astray.

there that such of self i found
and gave each hand to be

was not but bough of fleshy bind
(where nought but skin could see.)

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