crushing, slowly compressed
and we grunt like Giles Corey,
"more weight" and the unrelated brother Richard
(okay how obscure can I get here?)
has everything.
you blink and miss it and the guilt of sleep
the shudder of pulses and lids
and they want to stay together, forever
you and your prince, dearie.
just give me your voice.
we found the light at the end of the tunnel in medical mysteries,
thrilling tuesdays, casual sex,
sounds just a bit like bliss from way down here.
gotta swim up to swim out,
keep singing. keep swimming.
he's done, but that doesn't mean we haven't won.
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aaaah. house references? sadness? you sound like riley in this poem?
that said, it is also very good
um this is super awesome.
she sounds like me??? lolol
i caught the little mermaid reference!!!!!
also, this is shweet.
haaaaa you actually did it
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