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clockwork strokes over the back of your chair as daddy brushes past lady from the meeting room, "ill give you my card" like its never happened before to give me a call and you know how much id spread my legs across this table for you on just that spin on a dime, no additives and double the tips to the taste, message of nails to back with the blinds ( Read more... )

"matt," he says, calling out with that deadpan look of a fourteen year old whos taken in the methmask one too many times to any longer have a heart. but its been seventytwo hours and thirtysix minutes, fortyfive seconds and half a pot of coffee in the past ten minutes since youve actually said my name, so matt takes the liberty to look up from from ( Read more... )

these four letter empty promises drawing weak hydrogen lines across your scathed back only tell a story of back alley clients calling safety word via chairman meeting → this isnt some form of absolution, just losing yrself and maybe it all didnt matter at the end of the night when you come crawing back used and abused and loving it/wanting more ( Read more... )

(T)Hung up on the memory of the way the stars would fade across the horizon like the glass on the window in midwinter, you always said you knew what that sunrise/sunset looked like in the reflection/inflection of my eyes and yet could never tell me the colours when I asked. It's all an empty feeling, routine if only to let us breathe, and something ( Read more... )

Midnight always knew how to strum the letters along your spine, spelling my name lovelocked like fingers locked against the vertebrates reading yours if only to cascade through sheets in moonlight from the lack of curtains, restless above this pile of bedsheets masquerading as my bed on the floor. Ours, or yours, you'd always been waiting and yet ( Read more... )

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