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my throat aches for food my stomach and mind shout naysayers heavy with the clock, she won't stop chattering nervous tic aching shoulder, from laying on my side staring waiting for one new message crooning songs echo in my shallow veins beard of dunedin oh to stand in manufactured rain cleanse together hot steam breath collide with (well) ****** scenes dance heavily salty sweet soapy soft silky soaked.. i feel so alone. what life would crawl over my skin? what lips caress these dead eyelids? what fingers traces these cold curves like tree limbs next to the curb i am living trash but I still want to make you wet
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
I was falling asleep, having stayed up only for you
my throat aches for food my stomach and mind shout naysayers heavy with the clock, she won't stop chattering nervous tic aching shoulder, from laying on my side staring waiting for one new message crooning songs echo in my shallow veins beard of dunedin oh to stand in manufactured rain cleanse together hot steam breath collide with (well) ****** scenes dance heavily salty sweet soapy soft silky soaked.. i feel so alone. what life would crawl over my skin? what lips caress these dead eyelids? what fingers traces these cold curves like tree limbs next to the curb i am living trash but I still want to make you wet
blessedbylight
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
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