tragedy of being totally fucking unkillable (Remove filter)
Alessandro Nivola 1602 (02/09/2017)
do you remember when we indulged those cliches? laying cheek to cheek on the floor, our feet pointing to opposite ends of the room, sharing our favorite songs with one another?
that feeling was my first high on being complete,
and ive been chasing it ever since.
and i don't think you even remember me.
Thursday 9th February 2017 11:40 pm
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when I could feel her apprehension about her midriff,
Id have her walk up to me, cradle her hips
and rest my forehead on where her ribcage ends,
sinking in between the movement of her breath and breast
as she soothed the scars where the barcode used to be,
feathering nails at the nape of my neck
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those scars and stretch marks id kiss better
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as we'd both shudder, creak, and moan soft...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 1:47 am
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