smooth::brush::off
come up a slip
spray a scintillating
hate that, mist, a
why don't we?
half do, we just
wanna believe but
everything says
don't touch
me, in airbrush
ideas tumble so,
alone i go, fuck
it with everywhich
way a bent bough
luck has it this time
again i gracefully
avoid a kiss by
frequent proximity
chest heavy i'm so
good at being
bad at this, beckon
and/or stop all
outgoing calls
spray a scintillating
hate that, mist, a
why don't we?
half do, we just
wanna believe but
everything says
don't touch
me, in airbrush
ideas tumble so,
alone i go, fuck
it with everywhich
way a bent bough
luck has it this time
again i gracefully
avoid a kiss by
frequent proximity
chest heavy i'm so
good at being
bad at this, beckon
and/or stop all
outgoing calls
posted by trevolmes at
6:09 PM
1 Comments:
My swedish student loves your poetry. She wants to meet you. And she will. Iàm buying your ticket today sir.
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timtolka, at 9:55 AM
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