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24 kisses24 kisses awaited you at my back door but you wanted more you wanted a c major in your soup and you wanted someone to adore from afar and you wanted to desert a princess and you wanted more than 24 kisses you wanted a stoning you had to be an adulteress you wanted not a plush red carpet because I gave you that you wanted not the stars and the sky because I gave you that you wanted not eternity because I handed that to you and you teased with supple bites and nibblings before you refused me rejected me like you said you never would24 kisses
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laura in the librarya stone in your hand to be cast away on a moments notice smooth inside and rough and ugly a bird upon your windowsill to feed let it peck at little crackers thrown hence from your delicate handlaura in the library
with sickly orange feet it will hop to and fro near you until you gently slam down the wood of the window and smile and wave timidly from behind a thick frosty windowpane a stitch in your side to appear when you are hard at play and reappear
with dull ache each time you think of the sweet lime that gestates along the mirror surface of a moonlit lake a warm finger that runs along
by ~thirtyroughseconds
punk rock geisha girlI sat there admiring apunk rock geisha girl decked out in the fashion of tea-time lovers I was a victim of miss marston’s bliss I was eating up her sweetness with a spoon letting it drip down my chin in silvery drops reminescent of the radiance of her thighs which are covered in so much plastic idoltry I stood like a stooge cherishing a punk rock geisha girl swaying to her candy-coated mouth music I was a victim of miss marston’s bliss I was slipping on her melancholy verbs letting them echo through a likewise brain cluttered with the radiance of her thighs &npunk rock geisha girl
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billy's organwe feel so hard we grasp at ember straws clutch them and hope they never break in our frail hands with blushing brillance I ask you for a kissbilly's organ
and I could never understand your answer which was yes lately I just cant seem to believe the time we spend together I cant seem to believe that its real I could bring you a light to shine on your jilted heart and you shine more brightly than it ever could it was just a joke from the beginning full of languid guitars and spilling moonlight but you made it real for me you make me real you tolerate my sins you feel
by ~thirtyroughseconds
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