July 2010
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I’ll Be There For You (Friends Theme Song) -...
assuagingalexithymia:
There is a ghost inside my lungs. I can feel it whisper every little haunting letter, “Vivisepulture”. But what is there to bury? What is there to hide? I am what I am. And nothing more. Nothing more than an aggregation of confused cells.
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nuances:
ghost hands / it was the very first rainfall of the summer, that night you slid your fingers deftly under my shirt. icicle knuckles, snowflake fingernails; your palms were deserts with oasis springs; nervousness echoed by your body softly quivering; your gasps were soft against my ear, words raspy and warm doused in awe: ( fuck, your body is so beautiful ) my lips were dry and chapped,...
