this is not my house
i only live in this house
my feet were not the first to touch this floor
and im guessing my body was not the
first to make love
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- julia
- tried to get my head clear, push things out through my mouth and get refilled through my ears
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- idontcare
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i love this.
ReplyDeleteand i love that instead of saying something like 'I' or 'me', you use body.