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The boy walking in front of me With a slight limp on his left leg A backwards astro hat And dark skin underneath darker clothes Smelled of coffee And the humid breeze lifted axe from his neck Backwards and up my nose He smelled of trouble Of seventh grade solitude And looked as if  he walked out of my fifth grade memories Still I thought of you ***** and dark Dope across your tee shirt Freckles spotting your smile that press into your dimples Lifting the corners of my mouth I'd like to lick cologne from your neck Made of sweat and ****** solitude You made none of my memories Smelled and looked of nothing familiar Only past daydreams Maybe I'm just tired I was up all night thinking of Ma She has always smelled of Ck perfume No matter how much money we had She looks like all of my memories Her short boy haircut Her androgynous women's work suit I remember her younger Still loving women Made of muscle, teaching me how to run After soccer and before the gym At night She went out in slinky tank tops Made of sparkles or silk, and sometimes both Leaving, she'd kiss my forehead as she left me with father and my 101 Dalmatians sippy cup I'd hug around her neck And breathe in her Ck perfume
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
Axe, Sweat, and CK
The boy walking in front of me With a slight limp on his left leg A backwards astro hat And dark skin underneath darker clothes Smelled of coffee And the humid breeze lifted axe from his neck Backwards and up my nose He smelled of trouble Of seventh grade solitude And looked as if  he walked out of my fifth grade memories Still I thought of you ***** and dark Dope across your tee shirt Freckles spotting your smile that press into your dimples Lifting the corners of my mouth I'd like to lick cologne from your neck Made of sweat and ****** solitude You made none of my memories Smelled and looked of nothing familiar Only past daydreams Maybe I'm just tired I was up all night thinking of Ma She has always smelled of Ck perfume No matter how much money we had She looks like all of my memories Her short boy haircut Her androgynous women's work suit I remember her younger Still loving women Made of muscle, teaching me how to run After soccer and before the gym At night She went out in slinky tank tops Made of sparkles or silk, and sometimes both Leaving, she'd kiss my forehead as she left me with father and my 101 Dalmatians sippy cup I'd hug around her neck And breathe in her Ck perfume
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
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