My birthday party was a bit weird guys. I think I may have had an awesome time but I can’t be sure. Regardless, this what happens if you leave Amy alone anywhere.
I’m 21 now.
You told me you like my mouth. You want to kiss me.
My mouth is a wound and you
want to kiss me.
But you’re like
that: You want to go
leaping over cliffs–
you want to go
drinking poison
and then write pretty poems about it–
and all I want to do is
fuck you.
My mouth is a wound and you
want to kiss me.
But you’re like
that: You want to go
leaping over cliffs–
you want to go
drinking poison
and then write pretty poems about it–
and all I want to do is
fuck you.
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Daphne Gottlieb, from Why Things Burn (via la—petite-mort)
Why haven’t I heard of this poet before. Reminds me of Tao Limb but kinda delicate at the same time. |
Contact central professional, you contacted my heart. I was told of your existence on a dreary Tuesday signing on following 7 months of fruitless job hunting, instantly I knew we were a match made in contact centre heaven.
Much like birds in a nest you nurtured from an inexperienced call…
Sam, you are a genius.
