so many updatesrach
no titleMy ceiling bounces off the floor of the room above To the beat of a cheap plastic bed, the wheezing of a broken accordion on a cheap metal frame, the kick drum going “oomph-ch, oomph-ch”no title
I can hear the girl in the room next door to them singing that Annie Lennox song I remember as a kid throwing my head forward underwater in the pool to try and create the same hairdo Which proved successful for the seconds before gravity took hold of my brown curly locks, blackened with moisture, perfect rings I fought with. The only sound they made was from the tangles I created by trying to comb them straight. &nbs
stairsat one point we believed we were the exception to the rule. we thought we could leap and not fall we thought we were exempt from gravity.stairs
at the top of the stairs lies the curl of my left breast and the bottom steps lead to a hiding place the trenches of my gut.
i remember when there was a lot less than the layers of my best outfit between us
i remember when you knocked at the cage of my chest and something deep within shook the bars while singing softly "i'm here."
keep up the great work
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I wanna get lost in the rock n roll and drift away
~indonesia
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sXe hXc
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Every time I look at you, I feel so completely dismantled.
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