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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: sucking face
Monday, 2 June 2008 AT 3:17 pm


fingers ghost down jawlines
skimming lips and eyelashes
warm breeze licks bare midriffs
you're just drunk now
you're on high

my lips win yours
in our game of hide-and-seek
you lose and get
caught in dark waters
you're just letting go

but i'm a fool
i know i shouldn't carry on
we're running high on empty;
i know it's unfair
we should have grabbed on tight

i was drunk
while you're on high
and you were lost
after i let go
this is what sinking feels like

reality caught up
we both knew
life could be a bitch
there was nothing for it
neither could stop, nor could we carry on

now i look back and
guilt-wracked tingly sensations remain
invincible or unbreakable
but still i know
i could have saved us both

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