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think my brain is sun-bleached i haven't been outside in days it's just sweat just sweat swimming in rivulets down what's left of my eyebrows down what i haven't pulled out yet when i hold your hand it feels like violets like tasting strawberries but i only feel it in my mind it's only there projected on tile floors on the cash register if i was out of my head i wouldn't have to just pretend i could kiss you but you're the only good thing living in there.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
in for the weekend
think my brain is sun-bleached i haven't been outside in days it's just sweat just sweat swimming in rivulets down what's left of my eyebrows down what i haven't pulled out yet when i hold your hand it feels like violets like tasting strawberries but i only feel it in my mind it's only there projected on tile floors on the cash register if i was out of my head i wouldn't have to just pretend i could kiss you but you're the only good thing living in there.
mrs-kite
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
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