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your fingertipsspeak volumesand scaffoldingisn’t wide enoughfor my umbrellai think your clothesare beautifulbut just on youbut also on mebut als..

i don’t likethe waymy hands sweatso oftenorthe wayyou avoidlooking at mebut i’m notsure how tochangeeitherof thosethings

him i’m always quiet around him my mouth shuts, silent screams of instances in love walking next to him. my loudmou..

dark satin skin moving against mine, thin, pale, thighs trembling night time stallion pounds on doors in my bed sheets if i’m numb,..

a poem on Robert Longo's Untitled (Barsness)

we chain smoked,and stared at the ashesturn into stars & constellationsfilling up our lungswith the black taron which we sat.May 15th, 2016

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