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Amazingly I didn't write this about sex, but about more complicated personal things...
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A poem I wrote for my boyfriend in summer of '08...
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Can’t get enough of the ferocious animosity
You’re wasting your words on me
Headlamps reflecting our shadows on th..
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Contemplation of recognition
Solicitant’s Submission
Omnipresent, empathetic
Insignificant, Synthetic..
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All the sidewalks with skid marks left
Proclamations of indecision
I lost my way, when I lost you
So I’m stuck spinning in circles
I&rsqu..
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Thursday mornings 7am
Were the saints to the unrefined
Silence of the new pocket eye
Everyone watching , listening
I kicked myself two hun..
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Skin bloody and betrayed,
Strands of hair, clots to despair
Bind me down to the center of it all.
Dirty fingerprints, clothing..
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Pale moon of light.
Paint a picture in your mind.
Cold turned my words to ice-
They drift away in the wind before you can read them
Quiet kisses..
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(I'm bird on a wire, balancing against the wind)
The flutter of wings, motion of trees,
Nothing but a reminder
Of this time we must appease.
V..
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For the one I cared for...who never noticed
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