things i like:

things i like:
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By: CemeteryPoetHead
dry gin martinis
circuit boards
rooftop astroturf croquette tea parties
writing
booking live shows
office supplies
buying records
outdated electronics
sutcliffe vineyards
lucky strike filters
the refrigerator graveyard
abandoned french restaurants
street sign stealing
green chile
machine parts
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things i don't like:
girly girls
hipster fashion
needles
old men in latex
hippies
people who find it appropriate to wear sweat suits in public
shrimp
diner food
dark roasted coffee
future pop
people who walk slowly on sidewalks in front of me
bondage a go go
organized religion
depeche mode
reggae and reggae fans
cheap liquor
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"I sink my fingers in your hair,
the sweat and the smell of our liquid affair
in a gasoline burn our bodies will churn,
with a flick of the switch
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The distance has grown,
so immensely  between us
so that on your mountain,
opposite side this world than mine..
No longer can I see you.
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I long for those hell days
when slavery to misery
wasn't so desired.
When I could look to you
and see happiness,
not hesitate
because my love for loathing
would overpower potential
love for you.
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And so I've filled this room with tears
countless mournings.
Could I dry these eyes?
with anything, of course...
But I choose to leave them
in their beauty.
Celebrate their grace.
One after another,
from my being they flee me..

But never, will this heart
already given to death
make space for what could
give or take me...
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