| does he get to be a bitch about me being ready to leave when he doesn't call when i'm here?
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| my god but you're an ugly fucker.
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| the blood is hot as it riots in this frigid chest.
i warm, i swell, my structure fails,
i burst, i melt, i pool.
it pounds erratic and unsure.
it spills in a dark empty room.
you will not see.
back to hopelessness.
familiar ground, like coming home.
leaving a torch for you in the hearth
instead of lighting a wildfire and trying to keep the house from burning down.
the sap is hot as you rampage this forest.
i char, i flicker, my structure fails,
i blacken, i blister, i wither.
the burnt-out trunk stands in the wake of your heat.
the bark will crack in a flamebright empty forest.
you will not see.
i am scorched pine,
pining, wondering how the flame licked at this wood
but it's all smoke now.
were you blowing in the wind?
my roots draw deep and grow me new skin.
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from about two weeks ago.
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| schadenfreude like a motherfucker.
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| this one's coming to tear me all apart
be still my heart.
put thoughts from head.
...
dear ,
the thought of having lots of sex with you really makes my day.
do you think your girlfriend would be down for a lot of threesomes?
love,
hunter
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