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AGE:
19
LOC: Togo
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 02
LOC: Togo
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 02
I am the dove.
you are the branch.
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I am a girl as a silver bullet. you're the boy as the beat-up guitar. Nothing ever fit well after midnight. i sang as you played nothingness to me. There was sand always in our bed. you always had your coffee dead black. While I smoked like a chimney on the porch. i sang as you played nothingness to me. I am a girl as a waitress. you're the boy as the struggling artist. The fridge was never turned on. i sang as you stared blankly at me. There was always creased in your shirts. ...
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I'm wearing a faded green t-shirt. The one with "What happens in Vegas." printed in grey bolded font. My jeans are hanging looser than they did last week. I notice they are beginning to rip below the knee. Damn. I don't get paid for another month. I wait for your beat-up old van to pull around the bend. Shuddering as the cold north wind picks itself up and wraps around my bones. I light another cigarette and pretend I don't know where you are right now. You're 2 hours late. She's probably the...
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I Spent last september in row boat dreaming of things. Blowing my cigarettes out like matches. Marlboro red - everything got a little hazy, to say the least. I remembered our last year and the seas got a little rockier. I spent last October listening to only Ani Difranco. Blowing my cigarettes out like candles. Camel blue - everything got a little mellow, to say the least. I remembered our last month and the songs got a little deeper. I spent last November eating only maple syrup and lemons. ...
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Tact can sometimes be a man's best friend against his worst enemy.
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I sit here at the restaurant you love. The same table you told me "It's over." They let me smoke here near the window; your cigarettes. There are stains left on the table cloth. I think from when I threw red wine on your favourite shirt. Or maybe when I stabbed you with my knife. I remember how much blood spilt on your perfectly good salad. The one I planned on stealing before the unfortunate series of events. Instead I stole the pack of Camels left on the table. The pack still sitting there ...
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hmm this is relatively true to some extent, you create a certain part before it becomes just pure chance and luck on their part. good quote though, keep writing :)
This is what would happen in a perfect scenario.. when does one realise they have obtained the relevant neurochemicals? probably just after they ruin the entire relationship. excellent quote, would love to read more.
now you wait for the royalty cheques to roll in. the 1000 imitations are terrible printed copies for mother's to post on their kitchen walls trying to look cultured. With art, i think there is no "now what?" it's always and forever a continued adventure or process if you will.
will point out the obvious "anyone" typo. this will be a nice blurb for a thriller novel. I would point out something political, social or emotional that i feel strongly about this piece. but reading your notes, i think this is fine. keep sharing.
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