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Can you see the water dripping from your mother's mouth? It's been giving you life since before your father ever took a sip. And at times, it scorches the prints right off your fingertips but you still have the same blood. This same blood, which mixes with the water dripping from your own mouth, turns to wine as your lover grazes each corner of the lips that always turn down. And as they purse into the softest circle, you remember the way your mother smiled with her mouth, full.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
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Can you see the water dripping from your mother's mouth? It's been giving you life since before your father ever took a sip. And at times, it scorches the prints right off your fingertips but you still have the same blood. This same blood, which mixes with the water dripping from your own mouth, turns to wine as your lover grazes each corner of the lips that always turn down. And as they purse into the softest circle, you remember the way your mother smiled with her mouth, full.
tiana-lizyness
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
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