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i hate men who open doors who lick the floors where i step. who bring gifts and fill their lips with easy words to carve holes into bone marrow. give me your eyes, give them your hands, i will wear like gloves, white doves, while i eat dinner without candlelight, without that kite attached to your heart, a la carte. the wind blows, i can't slow it, i can't know it will begin, stillness in the sky. why misogyny? monogamy with masochism.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
white doves
i hate men who open doors who lick the floors where i step. who bring gifts and fill their lips with easy words to carve holes into bone marrow. give me your eyes, give them your hands, i will wear like gloves, white doves, while i eat dinner without candlelight, without that kite attached to your heart, a la carte. the wind blows, i can't slow it, i can't know it will begin, stillness in the sky. why misogyny? monogamy with masochism.
mitaja
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
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