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me: do you eat ass?
boy: no, but—

me: image

moons, spines and lovers


everyone i meet has been wearing your face.
my sister massages her heart and says the body has a painful way of flushing lovers out of it.
every night looks something like a ritual,
constant prayers to the moon for anything that removes heaviness.
the same moon that tells me stories of how men and women fold their spines in half
just so that they can fit under a lover’s tongue.

- James Strauss