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coldshoulders abound, the gowns gather moss on the carpeted plains, with a snaggletooth and a plainface,          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips-- if you love him, why do you spend your time with me-- if you love to dream, why have you been overindulging on grief, we can build a family, a torrent, a tree, a yellow bird, and three graves-- call it real estate, call it legacy, just call it more than it seems-- coldshoulders abound circling like vultures, circling around the maypole, taste turns mundane, so we bite with sharpened teeth, so we pull hair with renewed vigor,          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips-- until the hot red liquid of time solidifies.
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Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
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coldshoulders abound, the gowns gather moss on the carpeted plains, with a snaggletooth and a plainface,          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips-- if you love him, why do you spend your time with me-- if you love to dream, why have you been overindulging on grief, we can build a family, a torrent, a tree, a yellow bird, and three graves-- call it real estate, call it legacy, just call it more than it seems-- coldshoulders abound circling like vultures, circling around the maypole, taste turns mundane, so we bite with sharpened teeth, so we pull hair with renewed vigor,          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips--          I kiss your blue lips-- until the hot red liquid of time solidifies.
© 2011 by J.J. Hutton
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Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
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