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We felt the wistfulness and urging Somewhere in the pale light Slanting across our bodies Submerged in a bed that smelled of our discarded childhoods Tasted of our desperation and craving for love Devoid of anything saccharine, bitter in the aftertaste In the early morning I laid there, on top of you Warmth trailing from your body, Snaking across the smooth planes of my stomach You cradling me like I wished my father could have Fingers threading through my hair Untangling the knots from my childhood You spoke into my hairline, Christened yourself repeatedly on my skin Your voice was a Freudian call Above the dirge of angry tidal water Echoing from the corpses of our past We felt the wistfulness and urging Somewhere in the pale light Slanting across our faces Verdant green of your eyes hypnotizing me I splayed my fingers against your chest Felt your ****** harden against the soft pad I remembered the taste of sweet tomatoes, plump, ripe Bursting juice onto my tongue Coffee-soaked ladyfingers Dappled sunlight streaming through leaves Blue cloudless sky Peals of youthful laughter The smell of your mother's car—Pine Air Freshener Her rosary swaying back and forth A religious sacred pendulum We felt the wistfulness and urging Somewhere in the duller light Slanting across our skin Our contrasting polarizing canvases We mourned each other in our brokenness And in the pale evening, Tried to assemble our skeletons back together
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
girl-diffused
Ambedo
We felt the wistfulness and urging Somewhere in the pale light Slanting across our bodies Submerged in a bed that smelled of our discarded childhoods Tasted of our desperation and craving for love Devoid of anything saccharine, bitter in the aftertaste In the early morning I laid there, on top of you Warmth trailing from your body, Snaking across the smooth planes of my stomach You cradling me like I wished my father could have Fingers threading through my hair Untangling the knots from my childhood You spoke into my hairline, Christened yourself repeatedly on my skin Your voice was a Freudian call Above the dirge of angry tidal water Echoing from the corpses of our past We felt the wistfulness and urging Somewhere in the pale light Slanting across our faces Verdant green of your eyes hypnotizing me I splayed my fingers against your chest Felt your ****** harden against the soft pad I remembered the taste of sweet tomatoes, plump, ripe Bursting juice onto my tongue Coffee-soaked ladyfingers Dappled sunlight streaming through leaves Blue cloudless sky Peals of youthful laughter The smell of your mother's car—Pine Air Freshener Her rosary swaying back and forth A religious sacred pendulum We felt the wistfulness and urging Somewhere in the duller light Slanting across our skin Our contrasting polarizing canvases We mourned each other in our brokenness And in the pale evening, Tried to assemble our skeletons back together
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L is for the way she Lied to me O is for the One scar I bleed V is Very Very exceptionally wrong for me E is Even more pain than anyone can endure
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
Xnphia-lee-Rodriguez
L.O.V.E
L is for the way she Lied to me O is for the One scar I bleed V is Very Very exceptionally wrong for me E is Even more pain than anyone can endure
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