| old. woman. |


tired trashlike garbage left in the can beneath your cluttered desk you let me sit, you let me stink unable to be disposed of but completely expendable layers upon layers make up my mouldering body an outline of last words, empty bottles and burnt matches pushing down further and farther with belated apologies and a weary sense of consistency the wires leaves marks Your second hand methods of love spill from your mouth your eyes are bright but empty, opening wider with each falsity you grab and you pull, placing me this time in your window you turn me facing the moon, hoping she wiltired trash


deep insidewhirlwind of colors- whirlwind of textures- whirlwind of your taste between my teeth, under my tongue, I can smell you inside my head the smoke sits in a haze above your face, i trace your eyes, nose, lips with my finger. bright, rough, smooth I imainge you inside of me. I wrap my heavy arms around your soft belly and place my ear ontop of your navel. like a conch, I can hear inside of you waves of light and earlier regrets float inside of you with my mouth I suck out your poisons. your miseries stumble down my throat and splash into the river that is my stomach. &ndeep inside
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speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.
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Come on let's touch in that kind of I'm Christ and you're a leper kind of way. ~Noel Fielding
I find your beautiful eyes see right through me, so show me what you want me to be. ~Kevin Max
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~ Judith
Judith J Camp / JJC-Marie Photography
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and the world will live as one.
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-dave.
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