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please tell me i’m beautiful just once, in any language, and i can carry it with me i can carry it with me in the lines of my hand that once pushed paper with a beautiful man conventionally beautiful. there’s no interpretation. you’re a mother-in-law’s dream and a teen sensation —- please tell me your secrets just one of them, in any language, and i can carry it with me i can carry it with me in the back of my mind remembering dress shirts and forearms and nickles and dimes i’ll guard the gate as you send me to sleep with tall tales of the shamans, your spirit i will keep —- please pray for me just a prayer, in any language, and i can carry it with me i can carry it with me in the valves of my heart stained with india ink and dynasty art my christianity is calligraphed in confusion and sin stand at my threshold. let me color you in. —- i want you more than currency can borrow i want you more than i want tomorrow but not with the linen on the bed. only the libretto inside your head of montana roads, memos hidden on the run, and doorknobs shining like the sun
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
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please tell me i’m beautiful just once, in any language, and i can carry it with me i can carry it with me in the lines of my hand that once pushed paper with a beautiful man conventionally beautiful. there’s no interpretation. you’re a mother-in-law’s dream and a teen sensation —- please tell me your secrets just one of them, in any language, and i can carry it with me i can carry it with me in the back of my mind remembering dress shirts and forearms and nickles and dimes i’ll guard the gate as you send me to sleep with tall tales of the shamans, your spirit i will keep —- please pray for me just a prayer, in any language, and i can carry it with me i can carry it with me in the valves of my heart stained with india ink and dynasty art my christianity is calligraphed in confusion and sin stand at my threshold. let me color you in. —- i want you more than currency can borrow i want you more than i want tomorrow but not with the linen on the bed. only the libretto inside your head of montana roads, memos hidden on the run, and doorknobs shining like the sun
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
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