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it's pretty simple, pretty bland and boring
and less attractive than the pretty words i use to choreograph
my even less beautiful intentions
i'm an animal and i want things you should never let me have
so don't let me have them or
it will be the death of what i love in you
and less attractive than the pretty words i use to choreograph
my even less beautiful intentions
i'm an animal and i want things you should never let me have
so don't let me have them or
it will be the death of what i love in you
Literature
Exoskeletonization
gutted star! an
earthy delusion inviting
death, widely-jawed
my printless fingers acrost the
braille symmetry of your eyelashes
yes.
i read him like poetry.
right up until arm's-length was too far away
gutless serpent! his
pupils crost the street and hoisted themselves into my car with me. they lived in the folds of that passenger's seat, staring decidedly in my direction as i fled to the coast. i broke right at the first sign of the ocean. weary tires hit sand. i opened every window to let in every drop of breeze. gulls welcomed me and pecked up the raisin-esque middles-of-your-eyes. i did not try to stop them.
Literature
Ciertos
In the wake of multiple futures we break apart.
You find the point where the sun rises
solamente al cielo and I go to the river
where wind falls into my watery eyes
and cascades over the back of my neck
and here I know how life throbs
caught in flesh, I know the hearts
of lonely people sin alas tenues
serpentine and thrashing.
You had given me a full look, a look with all
the cycles in it, a look that made
Hudsons of my jawlines, por supuesto
we were serendipitous, and
I couldn't keep my hands off you
and sure, it was temporary para siempre
but we will return to classic rock
and Atlantic conversations,
I will return to kis
Literature
tetnis
her skin bruises like storm clouds, cuts like lightning
and her skeleton aches for different reasons every day.
the blood on her knees matches the blush on her cheeks
and she thinks she's in love.
she starts to think she feels butterflies, but different
they're moths, attacking and decaying her insides
her liver is shutting down and she can't eat anymore
but the heart beat barely hurts
she looks into his pretty brown eyes and they're so
sad, so fucking sad she just wants to hold his fragile
face between her fingers but he's sand, he's water vapor
she blinks and he's barely there
he has scars like her, though his are less casu
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when i first met you, adelaide by anberlin mysteriously started to center around my force field and was swallowed up by my good music sense's gravitational pull
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a change of pace + anberlin,
you have marvellous music.
you have marvellous music.