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I remember the taste of your lips. I searched in panic Trying to remember the last place I put you. Turning my pockets inside out Conscious of the last time you were here on my lips Consciously knowing that I need you now. It's been twenty-five minutes already & I am craving the way you lick my lips. I am in awe, your body pressed between my fingers. My lips swallowed by your tongue. I stand in silence. Punished yet unpunished The taste of your lips swirling against my lips Patting my pockets then looking up To see you've been in front of me the whole time. Whether several seconds or several lifetimes I am in constant protest. If I were to lose you, consciously knowing that I need you now Unconsciously knowing how much is left in you. I stand in silence punished yet unpunished Giving my lips to you Until one of us parts
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
cHAPSTICK
Remember those days in school the professor, pontificating while a fly, buzzed over his head He'd occasionally wave or flap his hands unheard, every word he said Buzzing too, and fro as questions of the lecture the answers you didn't know I feel for Joe Kennedy words he uttered un-remembered as history now, is set A Chapstick kind of failure he'll be unable to shake or ever, too forget
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Huh? What was the question?
Percentage of selfies on Instagram: 42 Estimated number of days until returning home to Seattle: 479 Portion of dreams that are actually nightmares from working at Mama’s Pizza: 2/3 Total value of Urban Outfitters clothes, accessories, decorations: $786.54 Likelihood of starting anything on Monday: 1/7 Decibels of hearing I've lost at birth: 62 In addition to 2.5 billion beats in a lifetime, when I see a sunset my heart roars: 1,000,000 Total years spent in hell (aka Texass): 16 Probability of rolling my eyes when I read a cliché: 1/1 Swipes of Chapstick per day: 53 Level of urgency to *** after holding it in a car outside of El Paso for two hours: 17/10 Accumulation of hearing aid batteries used in one year: 124 Time I stay awake to if I had coffee the afternoon before: 4 am Projected cost of 10:23 pm Friday dinners of Peking’s daily special in one month: $40.33 Average number of minutes I spend angrily live tweeting about stupid Disney movies: 67/123 Date of which I made a promise that I'm still keeping, but she broke hers: January 2, 2010
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
Townsend's Index
tears ebb their way gently out of my eyes and trace a pattern on my cheek leading to my lips filling every crack that chapstick couldn't fix the salty taste it leaves still doesn't rid me of this bad taste in my mouth sadness never tasted sweet anyways my lips are still chapped so i'll brush my teeth and rinse my mouth desperately trying to rid of this aftertaste i put on chapstick because one day i'll cry and at least the cracks in my lips will be fixed
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
Chapstick. (unfinished)