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Litany - April Fourth, 24. When you lay naked before me As chassis would resemble razor In sweet lusty-tinged benevolence looms I found your tired form lay In narcissus blooms For as fine Odysseus says Call me nobody; call me sweet; call me lover Call me nobody but your sweet'd lover. And when you finally lay dead in Fair Verona by my own hand And when the hilt of the knife shakes sweetly unmann » Continue Reading
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the first time i died was the day my sister was born she sobbed the whole night and when i tried to hold her she rolled away from me this was her third child and my mother knew her boyfriend would leave her after this one but i didn't know i was just happy to meet her. the second time i died was when we buried my mothers father it was minus twenty degrees out and no one showed up, through the win » Continue Reading
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when my mom skipped town i thought it was over it was the last day of eight grade and the sun was hot on my back and i was about to go to a friends house for the night when she looked at me and said she was leaving, it wasn't safe here. baby i love you, people are coming to hurt me. when my mom's dad died she thought it was over she was thirty-nine or fourty-three or something along those lines he... » Continue Reading
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i have always been terrified of the ocean i have stood on the shore and let the crashing waves cascade freely over my bare feet soles cushioned by sand and pebbles water pooling up to my knees my bruised hands holding up my drenched blue jeans there are minnows crowding me they think i am a stone i am as still as a stone i have seen waves crash over rocks higher than myself i am a small girl they » Continue Reading
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the cut said to the razor "how do you keep your wife so happy" and the tattoo asked the painter how do you get your lines so clean and the painter asked the bullet how'd you get you colour so sublime and the golden bullet girl smiled as she fired in the sky mother how'd you get yourself to smile as you cry you asked me if I loved the razor bloodred drops crimson pomegranate seed and i told you tha... » Continue Reading
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i'll update this every so often, when i write something new! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓇼 ೀ ‧₊˚ Orange Tree- February 20th Somewhere in a meadow there is an orange tree growing It was born in the same hour as you, It has grown holding your hand and it has watched you come » Continue Reading
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