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I wish I felt like clarity and nothingness, or that intangible vapour like stuff which comes off of a power washer at a car wash in a dark car park the car's owner absent, away shopping You were the one who put your fingers in my mouth I'm supposed to be embarrassed and disappointed I am both I suspect you are a good person you have a sister who you love I bet you are different when you go home I bet you are nice I hope they know what you do You are a classical easy **** But I'm just syllables and escort clothing For a while I quite liked that In fact I'm proud My friends find it funny You liked the smell of my hair And gradually I'm piecing these notes together I think that if I had more crushed up note pages grinding into your back You would have remembered me I'm pretending that if you taste that scent again, you'll know I still have some of you attached to the garments at the bottom of a full laundry basket
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
I'm glad that you don't text anymore.
I wish I felt like clarity and nothingness, or that intangible vapour like stuff which comes off of a power washer at a car wash in a dark car park the car's owner absent, away shopping You were the one who put your fingers in my mouth I'm supposed to be embarrassed and disappointed I am both I suspect you are a good person you have a sister who you love I bet you are different when you go home I bet you are nice I hope they know what you do You are a classical easy **** But I'm just syllables and escort clothing For a while I quite liked that In fact I'm proud My friends find it funny You liked the smell of my hair And gradually I'm piecing these notes together I think that if I had more crushed up note pages grinding into your back You would have remembered me I'm pretending that if you taste that scent again, you'll know I still have some of you attached to the garments at the bottom of a full laundry basket
r-k-hodge
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
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