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there's a lot of holes in my life for example my waist takes as little space as possible; a curve is formed in each side in order to be fitted by somebody's hands and i would like them to be your hands between every bone of my spine there's a little pause pretending to shape a path long enough to be toured by somebody's fingers and i would like them to be your fingers when i stretch my neck i find angles in my collarbones a piece of architecture to be traced by somebody's mouth and i would like it to be your mouth but your hands hold the curves of other waist and your fingers wander other road and your mouth traces the lines of other architecture and i have all of these holes and there's a hole in my bed and i would like to have two
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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there's a lot of holes in my life for example my waist takes as little space as possible; a curve is formed in each side in order to be fitted by somebody's hands and i would like them to be your hands between every bone of my spine there's a little pause pretending to shape a path long enough to be toured by somebody's fingers and i would like them to be your fingers when i stretch my neck i find angles in my collarbones a piece of architecture to be traced by somebody's mouth and i would like it to be your mouth but your hands hold the curves of other waist and your fingers wander other road and your mouth traces the lines of other architecture and i have all of these holes and there's a hole in my bed and i would like to have two
alda-jacob
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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