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Aug 2015
modest mouse tastes like you
and i wonder how you could
have left such a stain running
down my throat
down my right forearm
maybe i should just get the
color tattooed into my skin the
way it wants to be but would
it bleed into the marks
from her
and him
and him
did i bruise them the same way
do they walk through life with
my name etched into their
elbows or trailing down the
length of their spines or have
they covered it up with sweaters
and bandaids
what did i leave with you
besides the last remaining shreds
of my tattered sanity
is there any residue of my laugh
lingering on the curve of your
bottom lip or do you smell my
shampoo on your pillows
have you found my name
on you have you found my
name on you have you
found my name on you
"was it ever worth it?
was there all that much to gain?
well we knew we missed the boat
and we'd already missed the plane
we didn't read the invite
we just dance at our wake
all our favorites were playing
so we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake"

missed the boat -- modest mouse
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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