

To: the parts you cannot touchLilac of my bones, taking root each night as we sleep pulled up each morning by cornflakes and channel 6 news.To: the parts you cannot touch
Ghost in childhood, wrapping your slick arms around my chest pressing and pressing. rolling your big red ball around my room just to say I am here love me I am here.
I do not think it chance, the way i walked into his room to see a that ball again, immobile. when he left to the kitchen i whispered for you to please go away.
I wipe a bit of dirt off my back, take another bite of cereal.
nudge the ball out of his living room with my foot, sigh, nudg
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Gentlemen, the crap has literally been scared out of me.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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Live, and let live. The aim of the game is to feel... real... good...
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it's spinning from the metal.
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Live, and let live. The aim of the game is to feel... real... good...
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