I shucked corn in a hurricane. The deer follow me even though it is not safe. I heard boys like you love only in the swelter of summer. I hate my job but there are no other alternatives. I don't really feel like I am going to lose it. This has become my religion but I can't figure out how to get what I need. Someone once told me I made a difference. I took candy communion chased it down with a shot of Jim Beam and a warm beer. Bring big change. I wish I could find your reset button. I've never seen a black swan in real life. I want to play with body on body and laughter.I'm bleeding. I'm holding on to vapors. Cardboard reconstructions of moments I was most warm safe. My shadow put in its two week notice. I'm wearing a strangers tooth. I can't feel below the waist. You're the tower of babel crumbling to the floor. I kiss your feet.
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