

afterwordsafterward/ itsafterwords
the things i want outside of me and your hands remind
me of satin dragging against the grains how it snags on splintered wood when our teeth scrape and our lips move like two virgins
raping eachother it makes no sense how i hate how
i love
your hair on my skin how i hate
anticipation and how i have to keep myself
from closing my eyes
always
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Come live with me in Berkeley..
You are going to the artfag institute in SF right?
Well come get an apartment with me and we can listen to Morrisey all night long..
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When will the world be a better place?
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Colonist #120 Hadley's Hope, LV426
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