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there was a blanket made of rust spread on the couch made of stone that was when i had no flesh back then i was made of glass and my bones were made of blood you can imagine how ridiculous i looked but that's how things were i watered the plants he picked the weeds that evening, i developed a callous on the insides of my palms the glass melted away the blood hardened and i was born the king gave me his crown the water turned to vapor there was an orange light on the wall it reminded me of your ***** and the way she talked about Vermont no, i have never been to Vermont no, i have never seen you as an animal no, i have never been alive before you are softer than the sound of the shofar when i woke up in the rain-stained parking lot and saw your knees in a puddle there was a blanket made of teeth spread on the couch made of sand how was your trip to Vermont?
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
part ii
there was a blanket made of rust spread on the couch made of stone that was when i had no flesh back then i was made of glass and my bones were made of blood you can imagine how ridiculous i looked but that's how things were i watered the plants he picked the weeds that evening, i developed a callous on the insides of my palms the glass melted away the blood hardened and i was born the king gave me his crown the water turned to vapor there was an orange light on the wall it reminded me of your ***** and the way she talked about Vermont no, i have never been to Vermont no, i have never seen you as an animal no, i have never been alive before you are softer than the sound of the shofar when i woke up in the rain-stained parking lot and saw your knees in a puddle there was a blanket made of teeth spread on the couch made of sand how was your trip to Vermont?
i will never love again
quan
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
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