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The beautiful edges keep the heartache from eroding away what’s playing in my head, what’s playing inside again. Yesterday was perfect for you because your arms were wide open. Thoughtful songs sung well into the night love seems to never give up love never gets old even as people complain at this late night hour…

The smallest target through a keyhole I can just barely see her it’s all I get her distorted figure undressing in the moment. It’s impossible really to act like I love her, she can see straight through me and my squinted looks. I can’t help but disapprove of the girl, who has always had this…

There is thirst this hour and I’m already craving her everyday there is this challenge to leave things in a way, that suggest, we were never really here in the first place. Falling down on broken knees to palms I wouldn’t mind if she were down on all fours always trying to look up asking…

A twisted thought of hers just let the softness come in let the skin to skin properties bury the feelings we try and hide. From the start she walked in a way that meant something else, a heavy pulse breathing finding it hard to swallow the girl I’m sure meant well if only she knew…

The morning hook reaching in and underneath she slips to her favorite position, her soft shell is strong enough to hold both of them. This position of theirs has been working for centuries. She holds tightly to the sides interwoven and locked this is their first time and her generous want is overflowing. tiny twisted…