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Portalsopen. The opportunity of sight and sound— Bodies stir in lunar waste; Mon coeur, mes yeux: Réveillé.Portals
Embodied on small hands and feet and dull like rust on scissors and sharp like poignant, miserable.
Clear stone makes barriers and protection, Buffer zones smooth but hard. Sheets hung from bars, screwed into the ceiling. Blocking sight, allowing touch. Whispering in cracked wood.
Slender finger to your lips, You pray for silence— Take away this melancholy, This lingering sadness. Your heart clenches, &
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One ThingWe laid there on the asphalt. Eleven o’clock. The stars were out, we knew this, But the clouds had not yet passed.One Thing
The smell of rain filled the air, even though none had fallen. Holding hands, we prayed that no car would drive our way. That moment, you know the feeling, Right before drops of water touched our skin, It was perfect. Beautiful.
Just then, one flawless orb of moisture landed. And that’s when it started, The clouds articulated their agony, And let loose their load.
Soon, our clothes were plastered to our skin, Our hai
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Sorry?Pt. ISorry?
So here we are, trapped in our own obstacles.
Facing one another with backdrops of white linens.
Transparency reveals our bones and hearts—
Papier-mâché skin lit from within.
Apologizing sounded so good just five minutes ago.
“I’m sorry.”
Are these two words so impossible to roll off of the tongue?
Now all we feel is exposed and naked.
Blood bashes ears in barrages of sound.
Passion cultures fluids,
All runny and warm.
If only I could have a glass of water?
The oxygen I’m breathing doesn’t seem
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As for the future of the couples sex life, John said he is full of hope. "I'd like to maybe try actually touching Linda's vagina with my hand at some point," he said. "Then again, I don't want to rush things. Also, I've heard that the vagina kind of smell
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Darkness and shadows a cold room and the company of my loved lady / Sombras y oscuridad una habitación fria y la compañia de mi eternamente amada.
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Television is the mind's cage.
La télévision est la cage de l'esprit.
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