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Baby went to Amsterdam
They call it night
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somethingfatigue me, please. wear me out. attack me on stairwells, rape my lips, do something else. Fray the pockets of my jeans with your teeth. Cry.something
Complain. Show me where the letters have burned into the souls of both your hands.
Stop looking away. Understand how vastly my heart has swollen for you.
something.
by ~SoothingAngel
monday monday,by ~edona
Enchanterby *HisHalfElf
on breaking character too latethere are steps inside of our hands. We are plunked coolly on the cement of them. we breathe like freedom rocks,on breaking character too late
like lane mongers, like ant hill steppers and when the stone sets
we express grief
and not a cell knowing when, where – how mutely.
I hold my baby-less hands out, all ten
scarce fingers.
To me, you were a child.
Tall for your age, sure – but you walked within me.
You were a whole future.
The homeless crowd my city w
by ~SoothingAngel
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