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one of the gifts for your birthday was nonexistent constellations etched in your skin cascading down your shoulders evoking subdued squirms my ever gallant one I swore they'd guide you home these nebulas of crooked flora dusted with sugary swirls of the Milky Way a biblical formula of unquestionable permanence but it was I who followed the ink which washed down your drain through sewers out to sea it was permanence shelter which skin couldn't give and in those lullabies the ocean sang I saw the stars clearer a better map than all your body combined could ever give to cure cosmic wanderlust
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
I Always Gave the Saddest Gifts
one of the gifts for your birthday was nonexistent constellations etched in your skin cascading down your shoulders evoking subdued squirms my ever gallant one I swore they'd guide you home these nebulas of crooked flora dusted with sugary swirls of the Milky Way a biblical formula of unquestionable permanence but it was I who followed the ink which washed down your drain through sewers out to sea it was permanence shelter which skin couldn't give and in those lullabies the ocean sang I saw the stars clearer a better map than all your body combined could ever give to cure cosmic wanderlust
margaryta
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
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