The east coast is falling to the shore and I’m grasping your hand, I’m not a gentleman and I don’t have a plan. I’m trying to appease these means and open up the wounds. I’d rather you think of how I hurt you than to think of the sounds. The vowel is screaming and the void is closed. I’m sorry I got bent out of shape of these clothes.
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The east coast is falling to the shore and I’m grasping your hand, I’m not a gentleman and I don’t have a plan. I’m trying to appease these means and open up the wounds. I’d rather you think of how I hurt you than to think of the sounds. The vowel is screaming and the void is closed. I’m sorry I got bent out of shape of these clothes.
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“Call it a kiss, but
I want to dip my fingers
into a dark wine
and paint your lips red
and let it drip down your neck.
I want to cup your wet chin
and raise the goblet
of your fine wine mouth to mine.
I want to drink from you
until we taste the same.”
