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just smoked a bowl of some weed in my tree house(:
now just chilling on tumblr.
FADED (8
you would.
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Skeleton
How do I make it
to where I’m whole and me
yet bare; no skin,
dry bone, pure, no lips—
just a sound essence
for dreaming and being.
Because
juxtapositions of
cut-up photographs
from when my intentions were eager
aren’t working anymore.
I’m succumbing to her nature:
the hissing beauty of a spineless whore.
Her fingertips whisper:
“I want your flesh.”
I know she’s deceit, but,
the orange taste of july
is pulling me in and even before
I lied, I promised I’d give her the sky.
Because
I worship the heavens in her eyes
when her scent is of rum
and sometimes I think
she sounds like that one song I adore.
So I question—
how do I touch
without feeling the instant sensation—
and I wonder, if maybe,
I’m better off as a skeleton.
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