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"missyou" poems
Can   you   explain  theacid  that   runsthroughmyveins                       wheneverI'mwithyou... or,                      I    simply       missyou          When    I     crave     the      sensation            of                    yourskinonmyskin                                                                 vibrationstomytoes         thetasteofyourmouth                                                      electricitydownbelow                                                             your                                                          face                                                      between                                  my                                             legs                                                          oh                                                          his                                                         t                                                            o                                                           n                                                         g                                                            e                                                           is                                                     gold              diamonds                             in our                                eyes                                                 handinhand                                                    tohold.          You                               cradle                                                          close&cherished;                             my                                                               heartinwhich                                                       you stole.
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
མྱ་ངན་ལས་འདས་པ།
Can   you   explain  theacid  that   runsthroughmyveins                       wheneverI'mwithyou... or,                      I    simply       missyou          When    I     crave     the      sensation            of                    yourskinonmyskin                                                                 vibrationstomytoes         thetasteofyourmouth                                                      electricitydownbelow                                                             your                                                          face                                                      between                                  my                                             legs                                                          oh                                                          his                                                         t                                                            o                                                           n                                                         g                                                            e                                                           is                                                     gold              diamonds                             in our                                eyes                                                 handinhand                                                    tohold.          You                               cradle                                                          close&cherished;                             my                                                               heartinwhich                                                       you stole.
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you w i l l always be white noise,    a thrumming in my fingertips as i'm falling asleep, a long-existing ache in my chest from not telling you  i loved  you for  too many months. i wanted you- hot and cold and not being able to break from you- but i cannot want you anymore, cannot   miss   you anymore, cannot dream about y   o   u   r p r o m i s e s and your laugh, cannot wake up hoping you've walked out of mymindand f  o  u  n  d yourself    in the extra space in   my   bed.   i missyou,though. how sad is that, to miss  someone  who carved me out to   make room for  w h a t  i thought was himself and filled me only with  beautiful  words  that  were empty                                                                               empty empty.                           i want to move on i want to move i want to i want i
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
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