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my darling maudlin foolish, peculiar. under-fed. gushing, pressing your tongue against my teeth urging please to speak//to speak.                                   hosting riots in my veins. extending out rushing through my limbs and then dissolving. quickly while i wasn't looking. unspecific. waited too long. decision. decision. indecision. no... i always miss you exploding under my skin. that over relished and insecure notion of being neglected. untouched. urgency and passion. flicking flickering. thrashing back into my throat splashing in the backs of my eyes. sneaking out the corners. searing like bile. whispering my name and asking me who are you (again and) who are you who are you i was... (something) lost and found and lost again. renamed and redesigned and turned inside out again and again. and again and but i try to remember before i forget. my darling maudlin. foolish peculiar. with damp hair. pale skin. under-fed my                                                                                                     (( maudlin.)) unraveling like a poorly made rag doll. oh **** not again. i twist her up. twitch. guess i... guess i been caught up in that thing again.
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Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 7:29 PM UTC
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my darling maudlin foolish, peculiar. under-fed. gushing, pressing your tongue against my teeth urging please to speak//to speak.                                   hosting riots in my veins. extending out rushing through my limbs and then dissolving. quickly while i wasn't looking. unspecific. waited too long. decision. decision. indecision. no... i always miss you exploding under my skin. that over relished and insecure notion of being neglected. untouched. urgency and passion. flicking flickering. thrashing back into my throat splashing in the backs of my eyes. sneaking out the corners. searing like bile. whispering my name and asking me who are you (again and) who are you who are you i was... (something) lost and found and lost again. renamed and redesigned and turned inside out again and again. and again and but i try to remember before i forget. my darling maudlin. foolish peculiar. with damp hair. pale skin. under-fed my                                                                                                     (( maudlin.)) unraveling like a poorly made rag doll. oh **** not again. i twist her up. twitch. guess i... guess i been caught up in that thing again.
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Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 7:29 PM UTC
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