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and me and her: i took her for my own, my prize animal to drill into nothing sacred but she hid so much, buried her sonnets under a lack of sentiment; i still breathed her in i wanted her set in sheets, spread and arching and wanton she would turn her face from me, so i could bite at her neck, my hands would slide to frame her; i revered her silently we stumbled fumbled and groped, not understanding at all that we were two and yet one, and yet still two not in harmony living on little scraps of her, the bits she let me borrow
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
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and me and her: i took her for my own, my prize animal to drill into nothing sacred but she hid so much, buried her sonnets under a lack of sentiment; i still breathed her in i wanted her set in sheets, spread and arching and wanton she would turn her face from me, so i could bite at her neck, my hands would slide to frame her; i revered her silently we stumbled fumbled and groped, not understanding at all that we were two and yet one, and yet still two not in harmony living on little scraps of her, the bits she let me borrow
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
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