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a ghost in camouflage and grey smokeyou write yourself into their story just an excerpt, maybe a chapterwhatever they need you to bea cunning linguistcrawling inside them painting their walls then claw your way out againa figment of longing imaginationan oasisa place to live and die inbleeding out upon awakeninghere and goneleaving marks but never
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he went off to war full kit full heart under foreign stars I am laid on my back on cool grass and wondering if Venus was the first one he’d see too or if he lay on sand or a dirty floor taking his last breath a universe away from me always wondering if the
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foreplay from far away for now I can only write you into me thrusting these words into my sex letters like fingertips upon my lips, my breasts promises pushing me to my knees sentences swirl like tongue on tongue Split me open with soliloquy messages that cum on my soul swallowing the orgasm in your
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Her…. Her hair is darker, longer, her skin smoother as time is still her friend and her eyes hold more youth than mine. Her lips divine, neck long and breasts flawless, her body lean, her curves perfect .. She is a writer and simply says the right things always. Just a girl, unrooted and uninvested,
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pieces of me are already spilled across the floor of this life I knew I must hold tightto the rest so, I decided, even though it would destroy so much of what was left…set parts of me afire and turn me into ash in a desperate attempt to save myself that it was best to let
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I see your handsimagining all they’ve held..grip, pen and syringeand yet all I can think ofis how your fingers would looklaced in mine or around my throat you make me want to sin LLthe blood & the bones
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The writer, the warrior, the wanderer the man I never really knew Yet the only one to ever see all the way through He walks along the Milky Way, a million grains of sand spread out like stars and down the roads of the forbidden lands and darkest parts of the universe Not ready to
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a ghost in camouflage and grey smoke you write yourself into their story whatever they need you to be crawling inside them just to claw your way out again a lie a figment of longing imagination an oasis a place to live and die in bleeding out upon awakening here and gone leaving marks but
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we promised never to forgetwe raised the flagwe held handswe swore we would be always rememberthat feelingwe promised we would move forward shoulder to shoulderbattling the same enemya nation of all shadestogether as oneknowing united we standdivided we fall did we keep that promise? LLthe blood & the bones
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I remember that it hurt but yet here I am again moving outside the edges of you earth and sun in orbit should not get too close I know how it burns still I remain in revolution arm held high your hand the axle a swivel, a pivot, a twirl a slow deliberate dance in
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