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i feel the anxious in my chest stomach
bile? breakfast? maybe.
but i want the southers in voices and charms
and the sweat like a days hard work
with a little bit of guilt and a lot of smiles
fake named
cheap beered
smiled pretty
dirtied dirty words

can you stand it?

want

I want to sleep at the bottom of rivers water flowing over and through. I want to be the rock and you can shape me to fit your landscape.
I want you like a good story.
I want to explode in to something beautiful like fireworks and dandelions. Not something ugly and messy the way humans tend to be.