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Hundreds of shipping containers fall into the ocean every year filled with all sorts of ill fated products oil, jewelry, guns, and people all drift to the bottom and lay on the floor weighing the world down with waste until it’s our own padlocked shipping container carrying our weight around in circles.
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Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
Shipping Containers
Luke warm bath verse. Can your fingers live on my thumb peninsula forever I hope. You groom me and I'll dump the water over your head. Sit in front of me, I like the way it feels when it pokes your back awkwardly. It's weird to me, only your toes wrinkle. I can be the hot towel and kisses on your eyelids. The morphine calls my veins, while you don't call my name. Ours was unlike anyones. It still is to me and the trailing cries of women who I tried to **** my heart out of your hands. Like shucking emptiness from already emptied containers. I'm living for the day I feel your hands on my face again. Again.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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