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hai sheelp
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well, it's great to meet u again even if we did!! maybe we we're not so close but now we aree
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the champagne slit of aching reverence thirsts for touch, hold his hands.. intertwine to the bases, he will love you forever. he was easy like that.
soft and gentle even when his sinews were slipt for the audience in their theatre, his neck resting in the palms of their hands.. pushing, pleading, begging, pulling, rounding. he was like a lamb in a stockyard like that.. he was the Judas leading himself to the slaughter.
he was a liar like that, always pulling forgiveness from the fragments of prayer even though it carved and gouged at his hands like a starved beast. fingers curled at the throat of sorrow, sleep heavy brow shows hes tougher than leather, and the strange inhumane faith in destiny that meets at his rib. at his worst, i fear. all bristle and bark. he was a dog like that, not knowing how to be touched without his canines bared, ears back, pulse so heavy. he isn't violent, just doesn't know better. this haunting started with hunger, bored and birthed by his own bloodied knuckles.
hai sheelp
well, it's great to meet u again even if we did!! maybe we we're not so close but now we aree
hai hiro
hello, how are you?
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the champagne slit of aching reverence thirsts for touch, hold his hands.. intertwine to the bases, he will love you forever. he was easy like that.
soft and gentle even when his sinews were slipt for the audience in their theatre, his neck resting in the palms of their hands.. pushing, pleading, begging, pulling, rounding. he was like a lamb in a stockyard like that.. he was the Judas leading himself to the slaughter.
he was a liar like that, always pulling forgiveness from the fragments of prayer even though it carved and gouged at his hands like a starved beast. fingers curled at the throat of sorrow, sleep heavy brow shows hes tougher than leather, and the strange inhumane faith in destiny that meets at his rib. at his worst, i fear. all bristle and bark. he was a dog like that, not knowing how to be touched without his canines bared, ears back, pulse so heavy. he isn't violent, just doesn't know better. this haunting started with hunger, bored and birthed by his own bloodied knuckles.
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hiro is my number 1
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I miss you alot when you're offline because I cherish each conversation that we have . our conversations are so funny & random but I love it so much . with you , I say the most random things ( the things that just pop into my head at like 3 am in the morning ) . I don't think i could possibly ever express how much I enjoy talking to you . you're just as weird as me & it's so fun .
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