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beer pong and *****

A modern day Henry VIII

You royally ******* me over.

We get ****** up and my head starts spinning

 

You giggle out an apology...

                                                                                                                    *******

 

I k-k-k-keep re-reading the line above your eyebrow

Stupid, stupid boy.

I gag on the taste of your breathing,

Your face so close our eyelashes interlock.

 

Strumming your fingers on my rib cage,

you crack my chest wide open.

 

**** ribs, and heartbeats.

You embed yourself between my lungs

Pressing palms into my spinal chord.

 

You fill me until I threaten to fall apart, only to gingerly remove yourself.

 

                                                                               I think I'm growing up

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Dec 5, 2011
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