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lips become cherry red when I cry and chasing cars hurts from my ears                                                  down to my toes because it was never wasting time    I almost killed my jeep battery (forgot to turn the lights off)              drinking coffee to Iowa cornfields and a resurrected yearning maybe I'll leave (I want to)             --LA, Paris, Austria, Versailles, Rio, Carmel, Amsterdam, Mumbai-- I'm audacious and arrogant--much too proud of                                my flaws leaving would be easy: intoxicating like caffeine        stars        fear        laughing kisses but staying means home and English and standing out like a sore thumb (a beautiful one) in public             and the people I deeply love                                       (and need) I can admit that now so I'll watch the Capri Sun orange sunset once again tonight and try to intoxicate myself with                cornfields, sassy 8th graders, my beautiful examples of true love, ADD, bashful boy,                        and pieces of the world                                                                          on my body
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
intoxicating
lips become cherry red when I cry and chasing cars hurts from my ears                                                  down to my toes because it was never wasting time    I almost killed my jeep battery (forgot to turn the lights off)              drinking coffee to Iowa cornfields and a resurrected yearning maybe I'll leave (I want to)             --LA, Paris, Austria, Versailles, Rio, Carmel, Amsterdam, Mumbai-- I'm audacious and arrogant--much too proud of                                my flaws leaving would be easy: intoxicating like caffeine        stars        fear        laughing kisses but staying means home and English and standing out like a sore thumb (a beautiful one) in public             and the people I deeply love                                       (and need) I can admit that now so I'll watch the Capri Sun orange sunset once again tonight and try to intoxicate myself with                cornfields, sassy 8th graders, my beautiful examples of true love, ADD, bashful boy,                        and pieces of the world                                                                          on my body
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
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