local idiot.

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I went to see the palm reader today. She furrowed her brown, crinkled her nose and said, we all couldn't have been Joan of Arc. Sometimes it's our destiny to die in the dirt of the plague .

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Bee butts, drive me nuts.

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😐🫴🏻🐉

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It's midnight. At midnight we do midnight type of shit.

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I am drawn in by the dark designs of her curvature.

How she dances in the shadows of negative space like some wild thing.

She is enchanting.

I am enchanted.

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She's on my mind.

She got there through the ear canal.

She's in my heart.

I think she got there through the lungs.

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This time, it's personal.

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.the wets

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I only will love you - to the end of your lips.

And immediately stop - right after this kiss.

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Secrets always taste better,

as they leave the mouth.

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I grow tired of my poetry.

It's all that you will know of me.

It really hasn't grown on me,

when I read it in my mind.

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I loved how the universe manifested itself as her. And for that brief moment in billions of years, I was there for it.

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I finally realized that sometimes the worst kisses were really the best kisses.

Like every time we tried to kiss and our teeth hit because we couldn't stop giggling and laughing.

Or when our lips were tight against our face, because we couldn't stop smiling at each other.

Those were the kisses we had.

Even after years of being together, those were our kisses.

Beautiful, memorable, awful kisses.

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People have the wonderful ability to tell you exactly what they need; most of the time they don't mean what they say.

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It just takes too much energy to keep you lit up little one. This is not sustainable, post renewable (Wait there's a poem here I think).