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what if we were castle turrets? our tasseled but torn flags whipping the clouds, dragons tearing off the shingles with their nostalgic disorders. we could be sagittarius. emerging from the groves with purple, bruised collarbones only because they stretched miles within our bodies like archers' bows, bitten & shooting unintended victims. which i guess is what i was always scared of, mulling your jeans around in my room and eating frozen strawberries alone, staining my fingers with more than just your sharpie-written love letters. milky-white plant smoke can permeate hands just like your smell can permeate my canyons, sending tremors inside of their fibers giving us scars that we don't like to burden, sending rocks into our jagged feelings. what if we were golden like our naked skin under the olive branches that inevitably mean hate, anger, shame, and the bee sting of slaps from loved ones? diamonds can pour through our smiles, fill our upturned palms and give the rubies of our tattoos to a shrouded god. i've been listening to song lyrics & hurricanes, & i understand now. i understand what it would feel like to belong to someone.
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Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 10:09 PM UTC
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what if we were castle turrets? our tasseled but torn flags whipping the clouds, dragons tearing off the shingles with their nostalgic disorders. we could be sagittarius. emerging from the groves with purple, bruised collarbones only because they stretched miles within our bodies like archers' bows, bitten & shooting unintended victims. which i guess is what i was always scared of, mulling your jeans around in my room and eating frozen strawberries alone, staining my fingers with more than just your sharpie-written love letters. milky-white plant smoke can permeate hands just like your smell can permeate my canyons, sending tremors inside of their fibers giving us scars that we don't like to burden, sending rocks into our jagged feelings. what if we were golden like our naked skin under the olive branches that inevitably mean hate, anger, shame, and the bee sting of slaps from loved ones? diamonds can pour through our smiles, fill our upturned palms and give the rubies of our tattoos to a shrouded god. i've been listening to song lyrics & hurricanes, & i understand now. i understand what it would feel like to belong to someone.
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Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 10:09 PM UTC
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