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I squint my eyes to scrutinize through drunkenness and there you live like a plant in the middle of  a dead garden of eden so apprehensive and so you live your beaming life comes through me like meteors making their mark on the edge of your smallest universe you make your mark on me like a scar her forever. you commit nothing and neither do I beauty has dug itself so deep through your upper lip through your lower jaw and everything that has moved through your mouth through everything that has spoken to me you see I am lawfully scared by you my comely crescent you are like the moon your are like the sun and there is no escape from you within my days I am trapped with the scorning of your face with the mourning of your lips elegant tapestry you stand in my hallways like the birth of everything my mind can simply generate in relation to you I must admit this torture, yes- everything has had relation to you and I deny this and move through with my day with a blind eye so I am always blind and I blind myself on purpose so that your jawline; ; ; ; ; does not make me hurt- and remember those days when I sat under the rays of modest things with ; ; you
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 11:18 PM UTC
this time is nothing but yours
I squint my eyes to scrutinize through drunkenness and there you live like a plant in the middle of  a dead garden of eden so apprehensive and so you live your beaming life comes through me like meteors making their mark on the edge of your smallest universe you make your mark on me like a scar her forever. you commit nothing and neither do I beauty has dug itself so deep through your upper lip through your lower jaw and everything that has moved through your mouth through everything that has spoken to me you see I am lawfully scared by you my comely crescent you are like the moon your are like the sun and there is no escape from you within my days I am trapped with the scorning of your face with the mourning of your lips elegant tapestry you stand in my hallways like the birth of everything my mind can simply generate in relation to you I must admit this torture, yes- everything has had relation to you and I deny this and move through with my day with a blind eye so I am always blind and I blind myself on purpose so that your jawline; ; ; ; ; does not make me hurt- and remember those days when I sat under the rays of modest things with ; ; you
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 11:18 PM UTC
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