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kissing just for practice we’d pour wine on the grass we’d pour beer on the grass nodding off love’s advance imagining bridges laughing through stitches blonde hair in the distance ski monster now wanderer my friend and my friends' pets we’re boy and dogs and women my friends all lost their heads when they lost their pets and lost earrings in between the cracks of the mattress some lost things will fade into blackness the kind in my womb the kind you found in the woods when you lost sight of your hands for the first time then found the light in the spine of a boy with kind diamonds between his teeth it was all me my retinas chose to see the light when brightness was not what i needed i need him to fade back into the blackness of my beer bottle please i need him to see the importance of knees of how his knees folded under his form but return me to the floor once more where carpet holds friction of first dance and what more could religion be than praising the light of men yes ill return to the darkness then seal me behind ***** and let me be but roll me through the grass stained with wine beer and tea
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
lost pets and kissing for practice
kissing just for practice we’d pour wine on the grass we’d pour beer on the grass nodding off love’s advance imagining bridges laughing through stitches blonde hair in the distance ski monster now wanderer my friend and my friends' pets we’re boy and dogs and women my friends all lost their heads when they lost their pets and lost earrings in between the cracks of the mattress some lost things will fade into blackness the kind in my womb the kind you found in the woods when you lost sight of your hands for the first time then found the light in the spine of a boy with kind diamonds between his teeth it was all me my retinas chose to see the light when brightness was not what i needed i need him to fade back into the blackness of my beer bottle please i need him to see the importance of knees of how his knees folded under his form but return me to the floor once more where carpet holds friction of first dance and what more could religion be than praising the light of men yes ill return to the darkness then seal me behind ***** and let me be but roll me through the grass stained with wine beer and tea
delilah7n
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
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