

fifty-seven degrees.i.fifty-seven degrees.
it is summer and i want to write you poems
about how it is fifty-seven degrees and i am shaking. it is summer and i want to crawl through your second-story
window and tell you about the butterfly i saw and named "cloudcityscandal," but you are always asleep and dreamless. it is summer and whenever i sleep i only dream about you, so how is that fair. it is summer and i don't go to church but spend all my time confessing. it is summer and i don't discharge static before pumping gas. it is summer and where is my paradise. where is my sanity.
where is my personal weight-loss


you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
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-"-"- Owl.
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Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, a, b, a, b, start, select.
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But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
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I'm on Team: Vampires Don't Sparkle, bitches.
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"Vi veri veniversum vivus vici" = "By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe" - V
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"I'm gonna put a curse on you and all your kids will be born completely naked." - Jimi Hendrix
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It would be so perfect
If you would just fall out the window
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