

i wrote a poem for youAnd we sit in circles pondering next summer.i wrote a poem for you
We are hearts apart and there is something in the way you dream of me that gives me antidotes in my knees. Our symptoms are similar, they are the same and you send me blood transfusions
via the internet to keep me alive. Its the only way, you say for us to deal with this illness. With these sick minds that arent really sick at all, just missing something.
I do not sleep, I snooze and stumble to find you somewhere between the mattress and bed sheets. We cut holes in the fabric, we are not supposed to be here and I


Thank God That's Over+Thank God That's Over
A couple years ago, she was acting like an idiot. She was your futon, some pigeons shit on her brand new coat, and she was pretending high hats could be hearts. They say you will look back on those things fondly, someday, but someday
is inexplicably happening now.
And now, she remembers the week you died as the week you died. No more drowning her sorrows. Or running over small field mice in her SUV, pretending they carry pieces of you in their tiny mouths.
Friday night, she was talking to
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Je ne parle pas l'anglais
I dont speak french
-NG-
♀♀
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.brace.yourself.for.impact.
tybalt loves you
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The price of perfect bacon is eternal vigilance!
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MY NAME IS AMIE
HEAR ME ROAR; <3
___p/s. stumbling skyward
can we fake it?
can we make it.
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*Hai la matita fotografica che fa concorrenza a Nikon e Canon!*
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« The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. » Benjamin Franklin
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.brace.yourself.for.impact.
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