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I mouthed beer breathed approbation at the invited wonder of your sister's sweatered ******* the tableau set then, for such delicious beginnings and shaky revisions, once I left the "look but do not touch" misgivings amongst the litter of a thousand such instructions I borrowed that hazel eyed angel for a night rescued from drowning in a clear bottled wasp trap the fattened marital photo was covered, alternating friends corrected and reassigned their alibis and frightened lies while heaven was briefly in our sights and we shook and screamed the clearing of our names from every future Christmas list and yet clearance comes only once inventory becomes stale and folds around your wintered house, offers no plan to buy or stamp a route to someplace else slow submissions rattle my pen this is no season for love and there is no reason to begin other than there, in the shadows, where portraits breed desire and while mirrors shall dream of falling I am not through looking yet for while fun and feuds begin with ******* an ending always screams attention
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
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I mouthed beer breathed approbation at the invited wonder of your sister's sweatered ******* the tableau set then, for such delicious beginnings and shaky revisions, once I left the "look but do not touch" misgivings amongst the litter of a thousand such instructions I borrowed that hazel eyed angel for a night rescued from drowning in a clear bottled wasp trap the fattened marital photo was covered, alternating friends corrected and reassigned their alibis and frightened lies while heaven was briefly in our sights and we shook and screamed the clearing of our names from every future Christmas list and yet clearance comes only once inventory becomes stale and folds around your wintered house, offers no plan to buy or stamp a route to someplace else slow submissions rattle my pen this is no season for love and there is no reason to begin other than there, in the shadows, where portraits breed desire and while mirrors shall dream of falling I am not through looking yet for while fun and feuds begin with ******* an ending always screams attention
paul-sands
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
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