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feeling less like a human and more like a painting

by @affecti0nate

my mind is scattered over the walls dripping words that my mouth couldn't speak, my thoughts are unraveled and they're sinking under the floor boards, my body is an abandoned structure but it's your favorite place, your lips stain my cheek after you tell me how awful I am to you, your words chew me up like I'm your favorite meal, I indulge myself into your nature, you are my favorite painting but the artist was sleepy when he created you, you are my favorite combination of sounds, you are my favorite human out of the 8 billion.
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Feb 3, 2014
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