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I write poems drunk so I won’t remember them in the morning

November 28, 2014
By Anonymous

I’d kiss your scars on your thighs if they weren't so far up and so close together
I wont help either of you because you are having so much fun
I've never seen two people more suited for each other;
Like twins separated at birth fortunate enough to find each other again later in life
Settings are just so beautiful you have to turn your head and let those beautiful things be beautiful without the glance of a third party
My heart shaped sunglasses mold to your face and become yours before I even put them on you
The crystal skull got me wobblin and fading
Since I've turned away I wonder what you are doing
I figured you have stopped fighting and that I should go downstairs and make eggs
As we all sit here not quite sleeping or speaking she puts her hand on your neck and you caress her hand and I see the love that is there
Your legs move nibbly like an enchanter withdrawing from its victim
As you leave and the love leaves your hands, your eyes
The night left with you
And now it is dawn



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