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I like sleeping satisfied, perhaps next to you. I like returning to my body as if I had been gone for years. I might
like it if you touch me in Omaha. I wear straw hats when I
masturbate, I feel that it makes
things feel a little more
odd than necessary. I
can paint with my feet. These
are not good paintings or perfect paintings, but to say
I can shape the trunk of a maple with my big toe is
amazing party conversation.
I believe there are right things
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This is not easy to say. Your hair, like my mother's
when she was 16, so black it was blue in the light. Your mouth, screwing into "not in a million years
will I love you again." Your scent is of coconut, woman, silence. The way you touched the salad bowl at
dinner is unpatriotic, the way you opened me, spread me on the floor, rug burn down my belly: unpatriotic. My great grandmother had a
room full of stolen Chinese mirrors. When
I was eight years old, she said that someday
they woul
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- Current Residence: crook'd between the Missouri and Mississippi river.
- Interests: the Gospel is the only thing I want to care about.
- Favourite band or musician: Sufjan Stevens
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I'm in love,
oh I love what I can convince you of .
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