At Gold Ranch RV park in Verdi NV.
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it is not self harm
but i put myself in pain,
which stings and shames
but it’ll happen again
within seconds.
my lip is so sore
and my teeth are so sharp,
sometimes i drip
on to the floor.
i have not enough fucks
for what others think,
which should be a virtue
but in my case, a sin,
because willpower
can’t stop me.
wounds, tiny wounds,
like a vampire bat.
licking my blood
and chewing my fat.
i was born with the wrong body parts.
my hands are so sore and my teeth are so sharp.
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SU22 M3 12 51612 Bremgarten septembre 1992
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: For Love & Lemons Maureen Midi Dress Womens XS Green Gingham Barbie Cottage Boho.
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SP&SU22 Running Guide by Miyu Shirotsuka
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Ilan Lampl - Stella McCartney SU22 - Spirals by KO Collective
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Back at our winter home in Palm Creek.
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risen (339)
in the beginning, leatherbound,
exalted stories of the past,
you are willing, i am without fear
that this is the first and last.
clear as day, i will remember
our euphoria on a page,
the devil may chase me for years
before this debt will be repaid.
i reminisce with cautious joy,
on warped and untuned strings,
as our joined hands and these
moments are such fragile things.
had you known where i was then,
saved from self-loathing mistake,
you guided me, arriving here
in all your perfect shape.
that pure, divine hope raised
me from a wretch of despair,
a godless thing brought high
in the ecstasy of prayer.
lay down for me your offering,
your low and teasing words,
turned to the half-rhymes of
my soul in mismatched verse.
never has a bird so fast
flown toward the winter south.
on eager wings beating, left
your name on my mouth.
oh, the summer started then.
and as my skin began to burn,
you had so much to teach and
yet you have much more to learn.
secrets held for merely months
will be buried with my bones.
would i recognise that wine-dark
gaze over a garden of stones?
a man whose tender trigger
finger aims a bullet in my chest,
whose halo warms my body
and lulls my mind into rest.
armed still, and wanting
as i write him into my skin.
the lord himself has blessed
the words and the ink within.
remember this, remember well
thou art in heaven, he cries,
but the lord of hells is coming,
and he will not be denied.
bliss, my love, is all we have,
it may come in strange forms,
the beauty of the sunlit sea
and the orchestra of storms.
i have waited years and i
will wait again. palm to palm,
the cuts on my knees bleed
red into the fiery dawn.
what's more cleansing than
a kiss from a man condemned?
if you’ll wake up to eden, love,
god saves his sinners in the end.
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Su-22 - Polish Air Force (2014) by Ismael Jordá
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RIAT 2014 - www.ismaeljorda.com - Nikon D800 + 600VR @ 1/1000 f5 Iso100 -------------------------- 🔴 Una pareja de Su-22 polacos entra en escena en The Royal International Air Tattoo 2014. Siempre es un gusto ver y escuchar estas máquinas de los años 70. 🔵 A pair of Polish Su-22's at Air Tattoo 2014. It's always a pleasure to see and hear these machines from the 70's.
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