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3.4.13On my twenty-second birthday my
hair will smell of lemons and
my skin will smell of passionfruit
and coconuts.

I will never move to New York.

001I want to sleep
with sunlight
pouring
through my window.

Not to waste the day,
but to dream in light for a change.

UnrequitedMy hands smell of you.
Even now, in the
morning after
a raging war and empty bed,
I’m not sure how to wipe you off

my skin, but I’m
hoping this water will scald
my flesh and burn
off the memory of
empty pressure.

I wanted so bad to
erupt—

to rip apart flesh and bone and
feel more naked than I was
but I screamed a name that wasn’t yours
and felt my heart wither under
your hands.

passenger seat He rolled the windows down and alternated between lazily drifting over dirt and grass roads and speeding down the occasional paved one. He smoked one cigarette after another as he told me about the area’s history, about the mango orchards and he’s theories on the swamp ape. Or some strange monster he made up that was half crocodile, half bear. Or was it pig? We talked about aliens and I told him about gigantopithecus, which is the possible scientific explanation for bigfoot. When we came upon a particular stretch of paved road, James pulled himself halfway out of the car. He sat on the window sill, his foot still on the gas, his

floridai left my dignity in gainesville,
lost my mind in orlando,
found my heart in miami,
only to leave it in pieces

VibrationsVibrations build and drop
pouring out of this vacant heart
I see the pieces on the floor
fragments of what was before

Disapointments weigh heavy
and dreams fall lazy
A song plays somewhere
thoughtless and careless and
who was that girl who was so
unknowingly fearless?

I don't see her anymore

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while you sleep

by ~camelsandcamus, Nov 3, 2012, 7:07:03 PM
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I know nothing of your mythologies,
your comedies or tragedies, but
I know the feel of your skin, and
how your eyes move behind your lids
while you sleep.

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