• Archive for July 17th, 2015

    I Remember

    by  • July 17, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Miss You • 0 Comments

    I Remember , Your face as if they were handcrafted by angels, and as if l your complexion was painted by God. Your skin so soft. You always complained of the small little marks on your face but i always thought they were the most beautiful things a girl can have you complained about the

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    Ink I’ll Never Trace

    by  • July 17, 2015 • Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    A plague on your assumptions! They’re . . . ummmm . . . wrong, to put it kindly. Sheer flimflam. What you assume of me, that’s what I’m not. You don’t know me. You only know the sham each wild assumption makes of its own scum. You think you get to speak for me, say

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    for sam

    by  • July 17, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    Though it was a usual day for me aside from having my 2nd day at work, that day was so ordinary and plain until he came wearing his yellow polo shirt which look really good on him. I was at the counter in front of the computer, keeping myself busy when he passed by to

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    by  • July 17, 2015 • Goodbye • 0 Comments

    Nothing I have to say to you means anything, weather I say it to you or to myself or to the ether. I feel like shit just about every second of every day. I’d give just about anything if you’d say anything to me. Tell me you hate my guts. Tell me you never want

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