I was raised to nibble on the old chestnut that youth was the most perfect, achingly lovely thing around. When I was a kid, it was perfectly normal to hear some Rothman’s chain smoking old man mutter about the best years of my life as he slowly...
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I wish to climb inside of yousweet, to be cradled my small bodywarmed by yours, heated.I’d shape my body as a walnutround edges and soft youthshrunk to where you can hold methis body will raise unfetteredglorious as part of youflesh blood and...
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{"title":"Gift Me","post_url":"http:\/\/vomitcomit.wordpress.com\/2009\/10\/23\/gift-me\/","feed_url":"http:\/\/vomitcomit.wordpress.com\/feed\/","author":null,"date":"2009-10-23 20:14:00","summary":"I wish to climb inside of yousweet, to be cradled my small bodywarmed by yours, heated.I’d shape my body as a walnutround edges and soft youthshrunk to where you can hold methis body will raise unfetteredglorious as part of youflesh blood and..."}

The sunrise makes me think it.The pocket of time, like air, entitled in our hands. The golden reach of the morning, shuddering into pinks and purples, gently stretching across the horizon, languid. In moments, small steps, the light reaches for me, cups..
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{"title":"\u201cThose who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.\u201d","post_url":"http:\/\/vomitcomit.wordpress.com\/2009\/10\/21\/%e2%80%9cthose-who-danced-were-thought-to-be-quite-insane-by-those-who-could-not-hear-the-music-%e2%80%9d\/","feed_url":"http:\/\/vomitcomit.wordpress.com\/feed\/","author":null,"date":"2009-10-21 19:34:55","summary":"The sunrise makes me think it.The pocket of time, like air, entitled in our hands. The golden reach of the morning, shuddering into pinks and purples, gently stretching across the horizon, languid. In moments, small steps, the light reaches for me, cups.."}

girlchildhoneychild.like molasses you are over meclinging, sticky in your demandstiny pursed mouth opened to ablack hole of you, ofsquirming pouting need.Theneeds of being 2 on this planet.Soon, sooner than I thinksooner than warnedyou will shun my...
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My father emerges from a dusky purple car after 5 months or so, all smoke and ash and grime, and I find myself startled. He is gaunt, he is, smaller, almost dainty. The voluminous man I grew up with, all substance and solidity, he’s hidden away...
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