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Bright lights put me in a trance,
but it ain't house music
that makes me wanna dance.


Scorpio | Lesbian | Poet | Colorado | 20

i say nigga too much
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my poetry

take off your panties and mail them to me

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My hands on your skin, graceful
like a boat on waves.

The look in your eyes,
your irises like ridges
on a soup can.

I called your house
but I was already
sitting outside.

I left you
a note but I waited
until you arrived.

What has gotten into me?
I truly do not know. 

I feel my muscles growing rigid

my breathing short and scarce

and the earthquakes enter my body.

(Source: cultusfeles)

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