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I hauled clay for days to fill the deep washout of our love and all your old loves who bled to death too, I even searched the cold evenings of your eyes and ran my fingers through your moonlight while tasting the blood of strangers on your lips but I would have to have a backhoe and a crowbar to finally get down to the heart of the matter at night and in the rain though I'm afraid I would only find a deep dark cave with blind starfish like those I see swimming in the cold sky tonight.
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
The cold evenings of your eyes
I hauled clay for days to fill the deep washout of our love and all your old loves who bled to death too, I even searched the cold evenings of your eyes and ran my fingers through your moonlight while tasting the blood of strangers on your lips but I would have to have a backhoe and a crowbar to finally get down to the heart of the matter at night and in the rain though I'm afraid I would only find a deep dark cave with blind starfish like those I see swimming in the cold sky tonight.
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
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