I miss her hair, thin as it is thick, I quiver
when she kisses back in my dream, sleeping somewhere else,
I miss collecting the sounds from her mouth
now the seals on the envelopes taste like tequila
and all the cognition I fail to arrange, to the page it's relevant,
yes, but it's not what I'm thinking in those five hundred dreams
in the places my hands went without her
I miss my peasant magic against her castle walls, a drawbridge
falling in fast pursuit, in fair disguise
of her lower jaw, I miss the dreams that were hanging over me,
last night, where her hair ought to have been
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in my dream, sleeping somewhere else, I miss
collecting the sounds from her mouth
She lost something beautiful.
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I'm not going to ask you to,
but it would be nice,
if my gallery had visit from you.
xo!
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one half of ~ZombiesAteUs
in lovelorn insurgence
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