| Bali Shag and licorice Rizla.
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| Broken shards of ivory bones and those sharp words jutting out from between my teeth... All those negated to less than zero and it was all gone, swallowed down with the spit and black bile coating my lips and you never even had to taste them when I locked your mouth down before I said goodbye. Only the good die young and the bad live forever because we grow old and ugly and then check out voluntarily. Thank god life ends, I told you. Otherwise our poor flesh and bones would never endure it. It was easier when he went away. |
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| I love the idea of feigned intimacy.
I may have you in my arms but I will never look into your face.
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| 2005I am tired of writing these words
That flow forth from my heart and my womb
I would cut my tongue off but
If I were to be so easily
Silenced
It would be a pity to staunch
The divine ichor
Of blood and milk and honey
Does it matter?
I will ask the my queen in the moon
Where the rabbits make cakes
As white as my teeth
And my bones
I would sink into the sea
And the words would still float from
My lips
And the lizards would eat them
And we will hear on
Sweet copper summer nights
The blood and the heartache strewn
Scattered and daubed
Across the stars.
Love,
Do you pity me?
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Baby, it's been three years.
I'll always ask you what you're thinking.
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