padlock in place, fro-
zen in a hell mind-made. un-
lock me. i'd like it.
zen in a hell mind-made. un-
lock me. i'd like it.
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your eyes are the an- swer. bonds are anointed by the tears on your cheeks. ii. afternoon sun, wrap me in the lazy days of the weekend. keep me. iii. too soon, too late. in the limbo of love and hate. who are you? us? we? inside the tsuna-
mi, there were bruises: broken towns, lives, broken hearts. R.I.P. to those lost in Japan. this time, the grass is
cold. mud hits my knees. the ot- her side, not so sweet. Very sorry for the late posts! I had no time to come on the site. But here it is, Day 10 and 11 in the next post:
rancid moonlight lit- ters the car, rocking eyelids shut. sleep straps me in. Prelude:
slowly i am leav- ing, thoughts and feelings crawling back to the unknown. Story 1: i am so very ____; you make me want to ____ and ____, until I ____. Story 2: until you can _____, you need to _____ and _____; I won't _____ until then. Postlude: slowly i am com- ing. the heart will always burst with need. is this love? i.
Deep in jaw, hunger laid over my lips, I lick raw chap prediction. ii. I was born this way: syllables hanging off lips, eyes pointed to God. iii. You can hopscotch a- cross her scars, under southern freeways and palm trees. iv. I look at the in- sides of my arms. Your imprint is missing. Come home. We bellow against
Aesop cutting out our tales, love fables on tongue. *Inspired by a Facebook status
Laced with his essence, I get hieroglyphic, mouthful in sunken-relief. i.
Moonlighting in Will- iamsburg. Payments in Tina Fey's, 80's music. ii. Buttercream cupcakes, Plato on my tongue, the one night stand comedy. |
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