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it is eighteen autumn o-clock and you're
standing there with a cigarette trapped in your
young mouth and watching the smoke wither away
in my atmosphere. your eyes are crackling green
and my fingers are unable to wipe you off
my screens.
it is nineteen autumn o-clock and you're
all mine, entwined delicately in my arms and
your smoke is all but a haze in my throat
and tears. nothing you say is a lie or truth.
it just is.
twenty autumn o-clock. you're shaking and
i'm crumbling and we're both rough
on the edges and you pull me closer
but all it does is rip me away.
the interesting thing about us is
the desert is a cold place to foster
a heartbeat;
i'm tangled and thin
in you.
half past twenty-three autumn o-clock
makes you driving slow with my head on
your shoulder, your hand on my knee,
and eyes asleep but brain alive, clicking.
the grooves in the pavement nail
my skull to you and we are one,
forever (or until you decide it's
enough).
standing there with a cigarette trapped in your
young mouth and watching the smoke wither away
in my atmosphere. your eyes are crackling green
and my fingers are unable to wipe you off
my screens.
it is nineteen autumn o-clock and you're
all mine, entwined delicately in my arms and
your smoke is all but a haze in my throat
and tears. nothing you say is a lie or truth.
it just is.
twenty autumn o-clock. you're shaking and
i'm crumbling and we're both rough
on the edges and you pull me closer
but all it does is rip me away.
the interesting thing about us is
the desert is a cold place to foster
a heartbeat;
i'm tangled and thin
in you.
half past twenty-three autumn o-clock
makes you driving slow with my head on
your shoulder, your hand on my knee,
and eyes asleep but brain alive, clicking.
the grooves in the pavement nail
my skull to you and we are one,
forever (or until you decide it's
enough).
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Dear Peter,
I'm wondering if you'd be so kind as to lend me your eye. The left one, the flighty one. I only ask because I'm frightened at feeling closed in and closed off as I have been, certainly you of all people understand that. It should go without saying, of course, that yours are a hard shade to find nowadays, and, being that we're much more than acquainted, you were my second thought.
I expect times have been no less than difficult for you, Peter, and whatever responsibility for that you'd feel comfortable placing on me is deserved. Consider this letter whatever ratio request to apology you see adequate.
Ah, I digress. The specimen
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i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
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tetnis
her skin bruises like storm clouds, cuts like lightning
and her skeleton aches for different reasons every day.
the blood on her knees matches the blush on her cheeks
and she thinks she's in love.
she starts to think she feels butterflies, but different
they're moths, attacking and decaying her insides
her liver is shutting down and she can't eat anymore
but the heart beat barely hurts
she looks into his pretty brown eyes and they're so
sad, so fucking sad she just wants to hold his fragile
face between her fingers but he's sand, he's water vapor
she blinks and he's barely there
he has scars like her, though his are less casu
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Beautiful.