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His voice eases my skin, fingers shadow

Inch, inch, inching, how much? Elephant eyes

Hidden behind hair, scattered strewn fabric.

Tangled mess of limbs, nothing outlasts weather.

 

You’re not my last and you’re not my first.

So don’t call don’t text don’t be what you think you need to be

I don’t know if it’s you or me but it might as well be you because I don’t feel so hot

 

I’m here and only your body is

I urge to illicit the utmost joy your hands itch at the thought

of touching me.

 

my heart hurts and I don’t have the up

why

up

up up up up up up

It’s simply down down down downdowndown

down

down

down

down

down

down

down

down

d(own)

down

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May 25, 2013
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