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There's crescent moons under his eyes and sleepy hollows in his cheekbones. Nobody ever wore emaciated the way he did, skin hanging from his frame like 2014's furs. Forget Halloween parties - I was head underwater at his very throat, neck deep in Adam's apples. Peek-a-boo ribs playing dam to his darkly violent blood that flows in currents around my star-strickenness. Newspapers have nothing on the editions of his expressions and the dirt underneath those fingernails is sufficient for harvesting a future family of four. A naked body mummified in yellow caution tape... um, what's the word for people who are sexually invested in criminals? I think I should leave now.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
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There's crescent moons under his eyes and sleepy hollows in his cheekbones. Nobody ever wore emaciated the way he did, skin hanging from his frame like 2014's furs. Forget Halloween parties - I was head underwater at his very throat, neck deep in Adam's apples. Peek-a-boo ribs playing dam to his darkly violent blood that flows in currents around my star-strickenness. Newspapers have nothing on the editions of his expressions and the dirt underneath those fingernails is sufficient for harvesting a future family of four. A naked body mummified in yellow caution tape... um, what's the word for people who are sexually invested in criminals? I think I should leave now.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
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