

Fucking heterosexualsLook at me his body says, look at me and what's mineFucking heterosexuals
at what's ours her eyes chime in tinkling over glasses and oysters natural
one person clears two plates with finesse, grace and a forced smile
they hardly notice him busy tapping each other's fingertips like ivory keys in a grandiose sonata
order small desserts neither quite finish before skipping away to eat of good fortune
hand-in-hand or hand-on-hips walking step for step and lips for lips
fucking heteros
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
Lou King
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Knock a door, run--- [link]
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
Lou King
Good to see you. Need sleep now. talk later.
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dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
it said
I'm lost
now I'm lost
I am a member of...
*writersdA
~poetrycafe
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[link] >www.patricklewisphotography.com< [link]
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dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
it said
I'm lost
now I'm lost
I am a member of...
*writersdA
~poetrycafe
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