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Oh, what are we, anyway? we are but only men, my love, we are so simple it hurts we are broken we are what we aren’t. it’s okay, we’re in love. behind doors slammed shut these walls never see sun. we are naked, separated, we chew quietly on meat grown cold. we sip softly milk gone sour. because in a world so bruising so tainted of blood, so full of this lust, we are clubbed, barred, ****** and hung up to dry. the hate our hearts see sews them shut. and still, we’re in love pushed in stenched corners pointed in wrong directions laid face down, nose turned up. we are sleeping when we most deserve to be awake. we’re touching hands when hands are just shadows and fragments of imagination. we’re disgusting when we’re in the presence of other men. it’s okay, we’re in love.
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
pale love poem
Oh, what are we, anyway? we are but only men, my love, we are so simple it hurts we are broken we are what we aren’t. it’s okay, we’re in love. behind doors slammed shut these walls never see sun. we are naked, separated, we chew quietly on meat grown cold. we sip softly milk gone sour. because in a world so bruising so tainted of blood, so full of this lust, we are clubbed, barred, ****** and hung up to dry. the hate our hearts see sews them shut. and still, we’re in love pushed in stenched corners pointed in wrong directions laid face down, nose turned up. we are sleeping when we most deserve to be awake. we’re touching hands when hands are just shadows and fragments of imagination. we’re disgusting when we’re in the presence of other men. it’s okay, we’re in love.
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Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
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