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I Belong To You (Every Time I See Your Face) — Rome
$55.32
Wednesday
if i were White,
i’d have a house
and rights
that were fair
to me.
if i were Red,
i’d be in jail,
or in a chair,
or in the ground,
because of my heinous, heinous
behavior.
if i were Blue,
it’d seem like this,
and i’d continue to have heels pressed into my back.
But I’m not Blue or Red or White.
I’m Black and so are you.
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I Care 4 U — Aaliyah
honey
Friday
fingers toying
an open invitation.
contemplating spending
on you my last.
settings, sails,
you telling tales.
i’m clamming up
by the seashore.
nerves’re surging,
appetency spurring,
strings’re loosening
by the seashore.
inaccessible,
pleadings,
pierced,
tongue bleeding.
castles crumbling
by the seashore.
assuming a new role.
stride to behold.
layers shedding
along pebble beach.
a few inches for starters
on land uncharted.
follow me
along pebble beach.
set price for demonstration.
behind closed doors.
tastings.
tell me you love me
in pebble’s beach.
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Lights On — FKA twigs
buttercream
Friday
a flower drifts along a lake,
among staggered ripples of curiosity.
the air dries.
you near.
who am i today?
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Twenty Eight — The Weeknd
socks + boxers
Wednesday
it’s five o’clock somewhere.
candle wicks
movie clips
baker’s whisk
to a fixe
a smile beget
without regret
now postponed
another set
so in lieu
we’ll make due
howling winds through an open view
walls are closing.
another ruse?
now i’m watching
not enough for you?
stuck inside
stuck
inside
stuck inside
stuck inside
borderline no
borderline no
it’s too late.
still
to give it all to you
because you don’t need it
still laces tied
unforgiven strides
still
heavy weight,
heavyweight
like to laugh
like to smile
a little space
just for a little while
telling whispers
want to scream
middle lock
just you and me
burning eyes
just beside
too much noise
maybe brash
maybe coy
stowaway
throwaway
drifts
away
revel
to the cay
chilly days
on the way
ceramic mug
another shrug
postcards
just can’t replace
nestin’
guessin’
without a trace
apologies
can’t mend
can’t erase
bags’re packed
at your place
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Love Sick — Cherish
b. Johnson
Friday
patches
patches
vintage finds
pumpkin hatches
dressed to the nines
fee-fi
a foot per time
crumbled
decayed
decrepit
displayed
temper
temper
honey bee
time to flee
all eyes on me
liar
liar
pants on fire
je ne suis pas
hearts desire
i really don’t
i really won’t
to get away
i really shon’t
vanilla bean
vanilla cream
to get away
ran out of steam
open
close
no one knows
truly yours
x and o
repeat time
by design
… my mind
stricken feline
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Don’t Be Afraid — Mýa
inches
Saturday
breakfast in bed
place set for two
orange juice stains
déjà vu
wicked times
wicked lies
porcelain smile
passersby
big, big trees
green, green leaves
settling in
pass you by.
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