December 2008
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nouveaux
we treated today as if this is what would save our lives you in your best shoes me in my sunday dress we held our breath and closed our eyes like we honestly believed when the clock struck 12 something in us would change
i only hoped we wouldn’t turn into pumpkins
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“with the door propped open we again delayed the necessary farewell - for...”
– http://www.kurthalsey.com
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streetlights && ribcages
in the cold street i wanted nothing more but to crawl into your skin and be cradeled by your bones neseled some place in your collar bone or possibly linger between your ribs i’d rise and fall with each breath and with each beat your heart would reverberate through me
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we lived in theorys
and here while more vunerable
we neglected to take note of the situation
you in the middle
and me on the outside
allowing for one option
one person leaving the room
locking the door behind them
sliding the key back under the door
to you
and from the outside (in theory)
it was suppose to be easy
walking away from something
before it had a chance to go wrong
or at least,
that was what we told...
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to hold and be held
i asked him to hold me like it meant something more than that sympathetic look he was giving he scruched his nose because after weeks of secrets they knew things we didn’t even understand still he neglected to answer as i nudged at his feet still he just stared as if i should know the answer as if he’d been waiting for this question or something like it and i’d never get...
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