you are midnight pasta

January 2, 2012
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i wanna take you to canada and learn your toes & elbows & tongue.

you so china doll perfect and i miss playing solitaire with you. you fever eyes & korea without a cause. you chocolate chips outta the bag, sugar spice cyanide and drink up babydoll. ave maria hallelujah, but you don't taste like jesus.

we used to be this thing. this thing that was kisses at night & your little sister walking down in the middle of an earthquake. we used to be this thing like winter & summer came we


but we didn't really. you a teenage metaphor, freckles with hair dyed black & we th-th-thawed.

your mama didn't tell you that real life china dolls got sunk in eyes and years fulla toilet bowl romance, or maybe she did & you just had your bright eyes on too loud.

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