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you used to come home loudly in the dark but quietly in the day we’d be together to compensate we were only in love on Halloweens you in those hundred dollar costumes worth two in material and tiny fingers **** rats and ER surgeons to me with a pop-culturally relevant ******* mask Frankenstein (to the dumb dudes that go to these things) that chisels me like a jell-o mold that blurs her infinitely beautiful walking-away the blooming glances pairing parting lips to talk ******** caking the ***** reeling in our heads winding round the spindle hooked tight pulling my hard-hat plastic-green face to the windmill
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
To the Windmill
you used to come home loudly in the dark but quietly in the day we’d be together to compensate we were only in love on Halloweens you in those hundred dollar costumes worth two in material and tiny fingers **** rats and ER surgeons to me with a pop-culturally relevant ******* mask Frankenstein (to the dumb dudes that go to these things) that chisels me like a jell-o mold that blurs her infinitely beautiful walking-away the blooming glances pairing parting lips to talk ******** caking the ***** reeling in our heads winding round the spindle hooked tight pulling my hard-hat plastic-green face to the windmill
michael-mclean
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
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