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EdenIll never forget Us lying there And your remark That we were like Adam and Eve; My bare stomach against your White computer; The backlight illuminating my pale skin Exaggerating its paleness. I have to say, I always imaginedEden
That I would be Venus, Emerging from the sea
(I was Artemis,
until I was stabbed by an arrow) That would make you Dionysus. The fact that our union is sealed With drunken revelry makes our Ancient Greek allegory possible, But the fruits all wrong. It should be a grapevine
Between us: our expose


Biting BackSo I found out youre a liar And I was just a stepping stone Into manhood. So I found out youre no better Than the rest of them The men The boys That run barefoot through the forest Until they get lost Then succumb to hunger And devour each other You will be one of the first To be minced meat, love.Biting Back
Because you follow And they lead you blindly. And so you hurt me Like some scared, trapped animal Wild eyes blinking rapidly Panting backed away from your Grasping hand against the cage bars. You taunt until the anima


PeterPeter Sing me songs of Sufjan Stevens, Kimya Dawson, Iron and Wine. Tell me of your dreamsPeter
With your lingering Jersey accent. From your backyard Well run away to Omaha. Walking through forests of Leaves painted variations of Russet and saffron. Falling asleep to the requiem
Of owls and waking up to
A bluebirds song. With your hand in mine, love, We can go anywhere. Your soft whisper alone is Enough to quiet the fears
And doubts that lumber through My mind like dinosaurs; enormous. Your kiss can delicately drain &nb
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sometimes you see more with your eyes shut
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World Development Movement
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Ordinary Morality is for Ordinary People!
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Get Off the Bandwagon and Put Down the Handbook
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Ordinary Morality is for Ordinary People!
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sorry for my english XD
Cuando dios creo el cielo, se inspiro en colo colo para la estrellas
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Get Off the Bandwagon and Put Down the Handbook
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Get Off the Bandwagon and Put Down the Handbook
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It was patience that we had and the miles we had left that held us there until we could let go. I was born in nineteen eighty-nine, and it'll be over soon. No moon children or people's sun, or ringing in my ears when I felt that awful news.
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You can't swim in a town this shallow, you will most assuredly drown tommorow.
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