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I knew from the onset
that he wasn’t my type.
His fingernails were well kempt and
the contents of his wallet
were trite. He said to me
“Let’s get out of this place.”
and I agreed, eager
to ignite.
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Comments
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"My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a poet." -Bright Eyes
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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Tristan is not a monkey he just smells like one
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Hide the past!
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
Funny, because I love 'trite.' I like ts.
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
this is sad and wry and rather beautiful
burn away with short bright sparks
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I love your comments and your textures
I couldn't have gotten it! It was impossible!
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Hide the past!
Thank you.
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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