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Blind Witness
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…
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I Can’t Say a Word
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…
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Soft Shell
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…
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Strings and Chains
Even if I were the one diagnosed with something epic, instead of a girl in Hawaii I guess I’d still ask if you wanted to write to me for however long it took me to rearrange my life. Today I guess I’m ready to listen to your diagnosis I’ll probably stop you 50 times or…
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Beauty Star
There are very few that are as colorful as you, sure, we could try and scrub it off it’s no use really we’d only make your skin raw. Yesterday when we were quarantined we laid in the tub, celebrating, our entangled body parts were a site to enjoy. It was easy enough though to naturally…
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