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new is now old, my fingers are cold and shaking yet I still grasp at what once was. it's hard to remember you. fog-headed, I'll close my eyes to try to see a piece of the past with clarity like when your heart would beat for me. like silence, only the sound of our lips and the backs of my eyelids painting works of art. like when your breath would whisper my name and fill the room with ecstasy. now only one appendage is flooded for me, and I only feel you angrily penetrating with resentment and a fantasy I can not conceive. but one day we had love, made love; and this is one memory that above all else I'll choose to carry in the hopes that it will re-emerge from the hole that it's been ****** into. though I'm black and blue, I won't give up on you but good lord, I feel like I'm dying...
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
that black and blue hole
new is now old, my fingers are cold and shaking yet I still grasp at what once was. it's hard to remember you. fog-headed, I'll close my eyes to try to see a piece of the past with clarity like when your heart would beat for me. like silence, only the sound of our lips and the backs of my eyelids painting works of art. like when your breath would whisper my name and fill the room with ecstasy. now only one appendage is flooded for me, and I only feel you angrily penetrating with resentment and a fantasy I can not conceive. but one day we had love, made love; and this is one memory that above all else I'll choose to carry in the hopes that it will re-emerge from the hole that it's been ****** into. though I'm black and blue, I won't give up on you but good lord, I feel like I'm dying...
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
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