i trace life lines in the palms of my hands
running finger prints of forever up my skin
tattooing my veins with your kisses like heroine
you’re the sweetest high my third eye has ever seen
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About Me
- Latoya
- i'm a short book, one you couldn't possibly be interested in. outdated. riddled with lies. repetitious. unillistrated. but i still dream of kisses. every morning i realize i still don't know anything about love. i'm like a bad family of books. idiots and mad cousins; orphaned grandchildren; dreamy geniuses; stained tile; running water; juvenile magazines; a pilgrim. i have not outgrown my childhood freckles or enthusiasms. for some people, history is simply what your wife looks good standing in front of. recorded memorabilia. i love the taste of other people's words in my mouth. we are people whose dreams run in particular ways. what i give you is today's edition. tomorrow may be different.
1 comment:
you so nASSty
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