nothing after next

[louisduluoz]

nothing after next
kissing with their new mouths made blond by the edges of knives. disappearing into the roofs where their legs begged for reasons. the ones with black dresses wrapped tight around the heart shaped bone as they tell us of their dead lovers dancing. then talk to us like eyes do. but

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[louisduluoz]

not at all. actually wrote this on bus on the way to school yesterday morning, so it was before you gave me a ride home. don't be all selfish, girl.

and it's about me, music, hipsters and oedipus the king, though i wouldn't expect anyone to know that.

[burpieslurpie]

"disappearing into the roofs where their legs begged for reasons."

haha at first i thought this was about the book i'm reading (forget the name) then i realized i was reading it and not you.