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06.19.03
burka
so, uh, like, i wrote this awhile back when i was listening to radiohead a lottttt, and like, it, totally does not have a name, or nothing, and it's like, not done, and, also i was reading ee cummings a lot, because he.s cool, but like, this isn.t cool, but that.s okay, because it.s mine and jack says i.m supposed to like what i do, so, like, okay, that.s the end of my excuses.
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my love trudges slowly, lovingly and lovingnothingly
in the tall grass. smiles at everything,
slowly but laughs at nothing
we only wanted.
wanted to break this guitar and
for this last kiss to be very perfect.
all we wanted was that one kiss.
as my love walks through the valley
of the shadow of death love and god are everywhere.
death follows, in love and picking flowers
for jesus.
night falls and the lord stirs in his sleep from
bad dreams about us. by god's eyelids
and all flowers i swear that
all i have ever wanted was for this moment to be
bitter and sticky with desperation
for these skincells to always remember
the dust on our tongues and
mouths folding in half and in half again and again
f o r e v e r
i will always love the hole your jaws
have left in my fat childface.
all i want is everything.
all i want is everything.
all i want is everything.
boys don.t cry
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