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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The fourth work in my love memoir, following SeventyoneSeventySevenThirtyThree, Great White Buffalo, and Sid. By the way, these are in no particular order.

Submitted: November 29, 2011

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Submitted: November 29, 2011



your face is older than mine

you probably think I'm a fucking kid

your hair is longer than mine

hands touch me so softly its excruciating

I'm so fucking ticklish

crowded bottom teeth

like Johnny Depp's

or a cemetary

one of them is silver

you don't have a car

black black ink in your skin

you hate it

I didn't know people actually had green eyes

not even brownish-green

but fucking actual green

I want to lick your skin off

We fuck completely silently so your mom doesn't hear


you live with your mom

but I think it's cute

but I want to scream

you cover my mouth

I don't stop you

you hold my arms down

I don't stop you

I don't want you to stop

I watch you in the mirror

I watch me in the mirror

I think my dark passenger is sleeping

We smoke outside

and stare at the sky

I don't see stars like this in the city

you hate the beatles too

and snore really fucking loud

I don't even mind

you keep your arms around me all night

we sleep until the afternoon

fuck I don't want to fall for you

you probably think I'm a fucking kid

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