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DeadmansCrescendo

Published: Dec 27, 2012

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_{there is beauty in the
freudian flowers that occasionally
make it past my facade,
the way i st-stumble over your name
and stu-tuter when i think about your lips
give way to a higher meaning

i can make endless jokes about your
"feminine psychosis" of lipstick and feminism,
but mostly what i find is that the secret
of where your dress sits against your thighs
is the secret i hold dearest

so, i write poetry, letting the words spill
across the open lap of my mind
as i struggle against the parapraxis
for the correct words to find

i cling to the memories of your smile
and the way your fingers grace over
the side of my cheek when we lay together and ponder

the loveliness of each other
and it's then i know that the words i seek to find

have always resided with you}

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WH.AT.T...Y.....IST......HIS POET.R.R.Y............

poerety studpid..................

(girlfriends are weird and sometimes i like to write things for them)}

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