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April 13, 2014 | by  | in Features |
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genitals implode (and i like
the word “implode”,
it means “to collapse in
on oneself” or something)
and the couch barely
strains under the feathers of
angels. and we smile and caress
lips and soon we
become one but not
tonight no i
have a friend
coming you
but the fishnets and night dresses
will be off in no time. it’s
only nine months till i’m
back, then
we can fuck to the moon,
and watch films and huddle
around the crackle of the
transistor radio on
the kitchen window ledge
and laugh at how silly
we are and how at this age especially your age
it’s really not wise
to implode too much-
some emotions might be caught
in the space
between our

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