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I want you I want youI want you by ~Expertliar
to come into my life like a whirlwind
I want you
to blow me away
with your beauty and brains
and the fact that you also believe
that Voyager was the most underrated Star Trek spinoff
I want you
to look at me
and say "your imperfections are so perfect"
and I will know exactly what you mean
because blemishes and scars
do not take from beauty, but add to character
like the scar beneath your eye
from the accident
is my favorite place
to kiss you
I want you
to be deep
enough to drown in
but shallow enough in places
so if sometimes I can't
swim in your thought
or ride your emotional waves
or dive in you
Red eye by ~Daphne56875In Response To: You Can't Just +In Response To: You Can't Just by `queenhrosie
Yes, I can. Un-mammoth that 80's hairstyle.
Un-menage-a-tois the two sailors from three months
ago, very awkward. Un-human indifference during every
starving child commercial. Un-large blade I held at
David's neck, make it smaller, easier to slip behind
the artery without really hurting. Un-sanitize
the blinds, from when I only cleaned because you
told me to
or we were done.
Un-baby fat the parts
around my heart. Un-jail the Darvocet from
the pharmacy and feel triumphant after
taking one, then another, then
un-antelope my legs at the moment in wh
Last Will And Testament +Last Will And Testament by `queenhrosie
In the event of my death,
no autopsy. I am embarrassed of most
of my internal parts. Mosquito-sized
heart, Civil war meat digesting, blood
crawling forward. Please donate
my mother to a hostel in Brazil.
Please take that which is not visible
but scented of flowers and bottle it,
give it to Josiah. Return my car
to the mailman, return my bank account's
balance to the government, return
my bubbling over pots to
the landlord. I guess I will miss
all of you. At my funeral,
give Uncle Harold my left fingerprint,
to help him with his thieving and
ro
My Therapist Wants To Give Me +My Therapist Wants To Give Me by `queenhrosie
as a gift. I secretly consider this a metaphor:
my own bones are not good enough.
I have been doing this a lot lately.
My butcher hands me a steak,
extra blood dripping into the paper and I think:
this is his thoughts on my dream last night,
where I was eating my family in
a basement and I wasn't starving
or anything, I just felt like
eating my family. The pharmacist hands me
my prescriptions and I know this is her
belief in my marriage: each little pill for each
little powdery day. And today, my therapist
tries to hand me her jacket, says it looks like
it would fit perf
Frustrated 
Sta.sh
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I might regret saying that one day...
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I might regret saying that one day...
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I might regret saying that one day...
but i see you every day, so it's cool.
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some men die under the mountains just looking for gold
some die looking for a hand to hold
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some men die under the mountains just looking for gold
some die looking for a hand to hold
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I might regret saying that one day...
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I might regret saying that one day...
*kiss*
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"Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there...
A clock without a craftsman.”
Jon Osterman
“Dr. Manhattan”
Watchmen book 4
*kiss*
you better, eh?
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I might regret saying that one day...