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ghosts in a slideshowthe skysick sun, fading woozy, throwing up. dripping on the backs of conveying camels. bodies of water, yes, every touch moves through. grassland often. skinny belly atop the garden hill's slope. train-track thap-thapping. smile, God's tap dancing on a saturday sundown.ghosts in a slideshow
you're watching the show frontrow. i'm watching you. i say, "those mistakes on your arm look nice in this light." but i don't. not aloud. instead i say, "do they hurt when it's cold?" and you say, "it's not cold right now." so i say, "i didn't notice." but we don't. not aloud. not allowed. so i say, "you look h


all the ways i couldn't sayhoney, sweetie, baby, love the dirt clod in the bathtub drain was not your dirt clod, not contemptuous mud from the garden that wreaked havoc and sought revenge on our latex hands; it was whatever was left of us, the lone doorknob scorched in the earth from the rogue arson movement.all the ways i couldn't say
we waited til my bathing suit sagged so that i could tell you this skin was not yours no freckles or constellations for your fingers to trace it's the end of the meteor shower no stray comet tails and no stardust.
please i don't want to break your fingers but le
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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
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