Practice with a refrain
Brittany with her suffocating pants and Strawberry crushed bangs
naked.
Kyle with the smoke of his writhing hair and tattoos sallying
“Only god can judge” whose eyes bore
Through her woven fleece jacket.
Kyle with the smoke of his writhing hair and tattoos sallying,
His mountain man jaw slacked from wintermint abuse.
They comfort me.
I can read them like sundials cracking into the night.
Eschewing words of wisdom from Language Lessons.
Brittany with her suffocating pants and Strawberry crushed bangs
naked,
Cowering behind internet affections.
She shows her peach blush occasionally,
Fairer than any Kate Middleton.
Brittany and Kyle.
The green onyx of the usual,
Love I suppose we’d call it.
Reflecting on strawberry crushed bangs and smoke infused hair,
They fall deeper into the quagmire.
Brittany,
Devouring words: like, hate, and green onyx.
Recklessly chasing the world while her curls flake.
He scratches himself.
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