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I. leather skin tattoos from youth that are laughable as messy as a room gets every month succumbing and cleaning up a mid-life crisis a broken wind-up soldier folsom prison's bar ‘s open every time the sheets get too cold two year expiration date grease red wine at a dive bar II. never completely remember anything except touch whiskey clouded brains and side-ways smiles tongue-slinger serpent waiting to strike retracting and falling backwards far slithering in during the AM charming underneath the stairs monotony unwanted terms of endearment the tea kettle will always whistle when the water gets too hot III. spells and red lights flicker at late hours on unseasonably warm nights sweat and dragons both thrive from heat smoke, from mouths and cigarettes shakespearean scenes that melt to fingers grazing lips so effortlessly this was all coming in due time after too many moments spent on washing machines in an ancient haunt falling into fictional identities when we come together doe eyes tears fell from poetic words spit so harshly on delicate air a temporary home and an eternal momentary escape
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
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I. leather skin tattoos from youth that are laughable as messy as a room gets every month succumbing and cleaning up a mid-life crisis a broken wind-up soldier folsom prison's bar ‘s open every time the sheets get too cold two year expiration date grease red wine at a dive bar II. never completely remember anything except touch whiskey clouded brains and side-ways smiles tongue-slinger serpent waiting to strike retracting and falling backwards far slithering in during the AM charming underneath the stairs monotony unwanted terms of endearment the tea kettle will always whistle when the water gets too hot III. spells and red lights flicker at late hours on unseasonably warm nights sweat and dragons both thrive from heat smoke, from mouths and cigarettes shakespearean scenes that melt to fingers grazing lips so effortlessly this was all coming in due time after too many moments spent on washing machines in an ancient haunt falling into fictional identities when we come together doe eyes tears fell from poetic words spit so harshly on delicate air a temporary home and an eternal momentary escape
the weekend of Nov. 1st
#love#future#past#nostalgia#lovers#present
chloe-fuller
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chloe-fuller
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
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