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Kissing Would Imply We Get to Know Each Other
Category: Writing and Poetry
Here's another love note to the suicides of the south. I threw my mattress down the stairs in the hopes you'd let me sleep in yours. Lead-clad cherry lips do more for the soul than any self-obsessed man. Your clothes smell of small towns on the brink of winter, soft and sweet with a hint of something sinister. Confess of how you long for a lover long passed, and I'll speak of a... » Continue Reading