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Category Archives: Girls
strobe lights
storms like strobe lights slide through a valentine sky every girl i can think of has a hand upon her thigh a man to make her happy at least a reason not to cry hold the kiss in through the … Continue reading
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addict
if i speak all i speak is a lie i guess all the skeptics were right can’t believe how hard i have to try to keep from calling her tonight i have excuses, i call them fair a list of … Continue reading
Posted in Getting Over It, Girls, poetry
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the problem with hope
i must explain what i can’t ignore a love that i’ve always apologized for hope’s in the corner with her fingers crossed wisdom tells her to get lost but every night she speaks to me i used to memorize her … Continue reading
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dan
dan is a boy with a broken heart a girl that he loved wouldn’t requite dan would be offended to hear the story told so black and white dan is afraid that he’s normal for this is the first time … Continue reading
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sometimes
sometimes it sounds like silence not many words could be as cruel sometimes it sounds like a siren or smells like jet engine fuel sometimes it stings like an open wound sometimes it’s a numb touch sometimes it gets more … Continue reading
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