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Dining Hall The day that Darwin dies you call me at lunch surrounded by raucous boys who would ridicule your tears Milk You’re downing a glass as I sip my wine Separated by years and words you don’t know Our preference in beverage is the space between us The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack Lullaby redhead croons my fingers bend three at a time choking out two-syllable death trap. Constellating Sandwiched between fresh books spines not yet cracked Secretive soulmates sharing espresso-scented pecks on strawberry lips Hush Hush Hands that aren’t yours hold back my hair dampened tears shed over words you threw shattering showering me with shards of the way you once felt Day Long Marriage Air-conditioned summers bare skin on leather couches your hand resting on blue ruffled ******* Happy New Year Crouching behind closet doors your voice at once comfort and affront I’ll forget the words you say still clutching my phone wishing it was you The Other Emily Purest form of you and me Benadryl-induced delusions refusing sleep exhausted warm and doe-eyed in the glow of your fondness
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
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Dining Hall The day that Darwin dies you call me at lunch surrounded by raucous boys who would ridicule your tears Milk You’re downing a glass as I sip my wine Separated by years and words you don’t know Our preference in beverage is the space between us The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack Lullaby redhead croons my fingers bend three at a time choking out two-syllable death trap. Constellating Sandwiched between fresh books spines not yet cracked Secretive soulmates sharing espresso-scented pecks on strawberry lips Hush Hush Hands that aren’t yours hold back my hair dampened tears shed over words you threw shattering showering me with shards of the way you once felt Day Long Marriage Air-conditioned summers bare skin on leather couches your hand resting on blue ruffled ******* Happy New Year Crouching behind closet doors your voice at once comfort and affront I’ll forget the words you say still clutching my phone wishing it was you The Other Emily Purest form of you and me Benadryl-induced delusions refusing sleep exhausted warm and doe-eyed in the glow of your fondness
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
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