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Jul 2013
these worldly pleasures are far too finite
the words come and go
with the love
i thought i had

i'll be there in a minute,
but in seconds, i'll have to go
with the love
we thought we made

you could hardly taste me
without holding your breath
it was not big enough
but it was enough to see
you are as unchanging as death.

resin and whiskey
caked on your entrails
do you see any better
when you're seeing double?

i've got holes in my skin
where your fingers like to play
reality did not differ much from what you dreamt
except this time you ran away
so, go.

do you know
i am going to leave you?
i'm in love with a dying man
i'm in love lying in the sand

we were ****** from the start
Aviendha Goodrich
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Aviendha Goodrich  21/Cisgender Female/Maryland
(21/Cisgender Female/Maryland)   
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