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Name: samantha rose maria
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Gender: Female
Interests: jumping rope (haha!). listening to music. blogging. playing pool. heading off to random cities for days at a time, with no notice at all. disappearing in general.
Expertise: gypsies and the death penalty.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
10/8/2003
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| winter is coming.
these cold days
turning backs to the plight
of stiff fingers fumbling
with keys and clocks
slowing to retreat.
warm bath, warm drink,
you can not ward it off -
it is sleep.
"i tuck myself in, like a child,
to my buried bed of
dead books and branches."
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| i had a dream that you,
you set me
aside in an old green chair
under a golden shaded lamp,
which stood craning
over our shoulders,
as you,
you -
stern practical professional,
applied a tiny temporary tattoo
from some striped pack of gum
to my left forearm
as i winced,
as though with tourniquet,
arm outstretched -
you tapped a vein
and wiped with cool cloth,
you
stroked
the pulsing red
while yellow undulated
under my tongue.
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| well it was nice of you to pay homage
to that songs classic roots by including the tambourine
in your revved up tokyo speed pop rock
botox injection
you crazy bitch.
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| Libby and I hold
sing-along songs
in our clasped hands
in alleyways in between
drinks.
We croon vintage melodies
to complacent street-walk-
cracks
as though our lovers' lives
and all those lovers and lives after them
depend on it.
She sees me defend you
to the teeth holding
cigarettes.
Our comradery
pitches
up
beyond this latent night,
which looks
like snowshoes
and sounds
like a kite. | | |
| my enemies tell me i have precious eyes.
so i tell them,
"ahh yes, but you have precious
thighs."
hugs and kisses you guys. even though there is but one of you who knows what the fuck i'm talking about.
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