the odd one.
Lock Picks and RocksWe broke into the old apartment to look for things we'd lost when moving on and moving out, across the streetLock Picks and Rocks
and sixteen cities South. I tried to take the poems from the windows but memories are more permanent than marker. Mornings seemed longer when sunrise wrote words on bare walls and bare skin, or when I traced end-rhymes and metaphors into the curve
of your hips.
These days we don't sleep.
and I couldn't find them; instead
we found furniture that spelled apathy
and wrong words on right angles, organized
and dead. They painted over &nbs
and your other recent favorite
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
i lovee your stuff wayway too much x3
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Humiliations galore!
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i found you
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