Twist-

Your hands on my face couldn't taste any better
Oh your lips on my hips make me writhe like sunshine
But this silence isn't old news and I like you.

Courtney Roach
July 3, 2005

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The Past-

Your atoms guide me kindly
fighting floorboards with his clenched fists
Strung anonymous, tongue metropolis
Flowers bathed in neon smiles spiraling
fixed behind the warm rewind.

Courtney Roach
July 3, 2006

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Fourth-

burnt to the fingers to caress him
maybe one day i'll feel like you like to
spun like hair twisted wrists slim
and a sentence once erased to fix time
wind and crying again

Courtney Roach
July 5, 2006

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Broken Bleeding-

Burnt to the fingers flaunting
hand-me-downs and cold romances
answers trailing behind blind eyes
crying colors thunder gently blonder.

Courtney Roach
July 6, 2006