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my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props
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Points: 61
Reviews: 27
Tue Apr 17, 2018 4:26 am
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Evander
spectator
says...
excuse me
Spoiler!
:
is a threat
of slamming chests
or brushing shoulders
getting close to someone
you'll never know
went for a jog
Gender:
Points: 61
Reviews: 27
Tue Apr 17, 2018 9:03 pm
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Evander
spectator
says...
Shoehorn
Spoiler!
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everything is a love poem
if you twist your arms behind your back,
cut your hair,
scrape the skin off your heels with a nail file.
everything is a love poem
if you are dizzy, drunk
slamming into walls,
falling asleep under hot rain in the shower.
went for a jog
Gender:
Points: 61
Reviews: 27
Fri Apr 20, 2018 1:44 am
spectator
says...
What we talk about when we talk about Sufjan Stevens
Spoiler!
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lemon yogurt: white like new shoes before
spring, with little clumps of yellow sun.
lemon yogurt: you eat with a spoon meant
for tea, when your fingers shake, the
white slips from you mouth, I kiss
the coming spring from your lips.
a few things
Spoiler!
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a few things floating
between my toes:
all the places I've been, like
doctor peeling open stomach of caveman,
blackberries in her hands
indicate death at the bottom of some mountain.
went for a jog
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If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
— Oscar Wilde
Gender:
Points: 61
Reviews: 27