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If you want to meet me meet me in the car park (use the back door) I will light a joint and pretend to care about your problems - in this fading light we could be friends. We could be lovers. I have spent too many nights missing your fingers while they filled another woman more beautiful than I am and I wish that my spread legs were home enough to hold you - to cradle you for the winter. Had my lungs the depth I would have stolen every drop of your breath any and all times I kissed you - had my teeth the strength I would have torn out that lying white throat. Had my hands the nerve I would have carved out a place for myself inside of you. Had my heart the steel I would never have taken off my dress.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
The Depth
If you want to meet me meet me in the car park (use the back door) I will light a joint and pretend to care about your problems - in this fading light we could be friends. We could be lovers. I have spent too many nights missing your fingers while they filled another woman more beautiful than I am and I wish that my spread legs were home enough to hold you - to cradle you for the winter. Had my lungs the depth I would have stolen every drop of your breath any and all times I kissed you - had my teeth the strength I would have torn out that lying white throat. Had my hands the nerve I would have carved out a place for myself inside of you. Had my heart the steel I would never have taken off my dress.
nothalfgothic
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
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