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three diamond door

my favourite part about being drunk is when I hold the end of a cigarette by the flame it doesn’t burn my fingers I am invincible I love when I’m drunk and you weave your fingertips through the holes in my tights close but not enough if I’m drunk enough I’ll let you walk me back to your apartment in Bushwick the hallways looking like The Overlook Hotel while you push me onto your bed and tell me all you want to do is lay naked next to me next thing you know I am your outlet I am a thousand resonating nos mine is every body you’ve ever wanted covered with glass and you wind my hair around your palm and I am drunk off the New York skyline off the back of an Audi off a taco truck in a bar that I submit and I beg you to fill all my holes
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Written by
rebecca-gismondi
Canadian
Published
Nov 30, 2016
Lines·Words
39·155
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#love#sad#drunk#memories#hurt#relationship#new#bar#memory#york
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