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i love making out with random people at the beach but i hate that people want more than that
what was the quote
“a woman should be able to kiss a man romantically without having the desire to be his mistress or his wife”

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I. 
i make decisions. there’s a bird sitting on my raingutter 
checking for something to eat in the old leaves. i hope he
finds something. i hope i find something as well.
II. 
there’s pieces of a broken record in the alleyway
behind my apartment. i can almost hear the music’s ghost
echoing off the walls. it soothes me when i’m sad.
III. 
have you stood on the edge of hell and looked down?
it looks like something a criminal would paint on the
walls of his cell awaiting the lethal injection.
IV. 
”oh yes, lord, i will forever be yours!” i hear a man
with one eye say, dressed in rags and newspaper shoes. 
i drop some change in his cup and he starts to cry.
V. 
people often wonder what it would be like to kiss spirits,
people often wonder what it would be like to feel alive, 
people often wonder what it would be like to be dead.
VI. 
sunshine leaks in through the blinds pulled down over
the window and there’s a dress on the clotheshanger
in the alley where the broken record lies, blowing in the wind.
VII. 
you blame all your worthless feelings on your parents. 
you get rid of this demon with a bottle of bottom-shelf rum. 
i feel the pain resonating off the both of us. dig in.
VIII. 
i watch static on the television, that’s how it happens, 
i sleep in the arms of no one but myself, the bed is empty,
it is nothing but a cold room with a thin blanket.
VIV. 
there’s a layer of paint sweating off the walls. pale green. 
i look out the window at oil-spots on the sidewalk. there’s
a bad taste in my mouth and i think it’s depression.
X. 
dreams of nothing. i have a fear of falling asleep now. 
insomnia is the only medicine for not dying in your sleep. 
i stay awake as long as i can and never wake up.

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