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Galleon's LapThe third couch cushion served as a void. I always sat on the right side and he always sat on the left. He sat, slouched down with his legs parted or with his feet resting on the coffee table. I sat, my body angled towards his body, my legs crossed with my foot curling around my ankle for a second cross. In between us sat the couch cushion. I had never paid particular attention to a couch cushion before. The interwoven scratchy threads with particles of crumbs that held on with decisiveness.Galleon's Lap
At night we would lay. We would lay, legs spread, throats constricting. His voice would whisper and my voice would reply. Whispers sound lik
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Saying GoodbyeI wrap my arms around your neck Curl my fingers around your neck Interlace them, one then the other Around your neck I can feel your cheek Your cheek next to my cheek Light hairs grow on your cheek Pressed on my cheek Your neck, your cheek Your arms wrapped around my waist Your arms tightening around my waist Your arms pulling my waist towards Your waist Your body pushed against my body Your body, such a small article Viewed through the peephole of my doorSaying Goodbye
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FriendsWe use the same inflection on our a, e, i, o, u And sometimes y I remember the day you wore cowboy boots to school And fell down the stairs I remember the day that you talked about closure And I talked about closure This one is a flower that keeps reopening And I pull it a little too hard I’m afraid that I caused the petals to break and fall A ring always hurts more than a barbell The problem with being connected Is that when pulled upon, we all hurt And I am with he And she is with him And he with she And you and him And we and us Are percheFriends
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CuspI am living between the spaces Of a bottle opening and I hope That something will slip through It’s terrible really Being jostled about like that With one lip in the opening And the other curved around the edge A choking prevention of the mouth And there I sit Balanced on the slippery green edge If only I were in the middle Of the frothy brown drink Perhaps then I could find a reason But instead I am only tip toeing Waiting for myself to be submerged againCusp
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- Current Residence: Knox College
- Interests: I hate interest lists.
- Favourite movie: The Libertine and Labyrinth
- Favourite band or musician: I like David Bowie right now. More as a person than as a musician.
- Favourite artist: William Heath Robinson
- Favourite poet or writer: Margaret Atwood
- Favourite cartoon character: Trent from Daria (because he's the hottest cartoon character ever)
- Personal Quote: "I'd call you a man who pretends to like life more than he does." The Libertine
- Tools of the Trade: Being snobby and pretentious
- Email: tashaaaaaaa@yahoo.com
- AIM: DarkBrokenStar
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I think it is immoral, the fact that I have settled into sustenance
That I still shower, eat, and sleep
And have not fallen into disrepair
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"Though lovers be lost, love shall not,
And death shall have no dominion."
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I think it is immoral, the fact that I have settled into sustenance
That I still shower, eat, and sleep
And have not fallen into disrepair
--
"Though lovers be lost, love shall not,
And death shall have no dominion."
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