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wrinkles of the plastic over the mattress, the mountains their faces blue and their shadows something arousing. is your head between your heart? now along the letters burrow emotions. i am hearing feedback from the thresher, the alleys, for all creed or age the one becoming the other. they together do not wonder if the lips if the lips what?
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
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wrinkles of the plastic over the mattress, the mountains their faces blue and their shadows something arousing. is your head between your heart? now along the letters burrow emotions. i am hearing feedback from the thresher, the alleys, for all creed or age the one becoming the other. they together do not wonder if the lips if the lips what?
Decided to be exceptionally obtuse on this one. And for those who may care enough to read my poems, I do my best to be obtuse. So have fun, from me to to you. Oh and, Tragedy.
#romance#true#tragedy
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
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