somewhere in the valley

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"

I’m sitting opposite you in the bar,
waiting for you to uncross your boundaries.

I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.

I want to ride in the swing of your hips.
My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But with me for a lover, you won’t need
catastrophes.

"
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  Jeffrey McDaniel  (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: rarararambles, via youngfolksociety)


"I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name."
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  “Goodnight,” J. Bradley  (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: commovente, via youngfolksociety)


"I have been homesick for you since we met."
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  The Avett Brothers, A Fathers First Spring  (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: the-season-blue-remains, via youngfolksociety)