

Untitled XXIXit is human to cry to drain emotion through the eyes down the cheeks into the mouth that gasps and sobsUntitled XXIX
i prefer to
drown my sorrow in a bottle of
cheap red
wine and quiet the gasps and sobs with angry, angsty strain


Untitled XXVIIII pick a pink flower to put in my hair He loves me He loves me not I go ring-around my rosy Sometimes,Untitled XXVIII
We all fall down.


Making Love to the SestinaI have not forgotten when we first made love for hours on my writing desk, your lovely six little fingers on each handMaking Love to the Sestina
swallowing the five on my hand. My fingers became forgotten in the six
repetitions that embraced me. My love
for you
could talk for hours
about what was ours. My is hand is your hand, here to write out your song like its being forgotten, our love always multiplying by six.
I counted ten six times that hour, and our love had yet to end. Both our hands still
Haven't spoken to you in awhile. Send me a text later so I can at least get your phone number again
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Joe was here =]
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Joe was here =]
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''La persona que vino a llevarse lo más preciado para mí, era yo mismo ...''
Feel the magic of the insomnia just here [link] ^^
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A bee I am....not.
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Dedicated yarn junkie!
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~ Jen
Make sure you check out other accounts!
~JMWJewelry & ~aglaranna
Sorry it took me a while to reply to you and thank you so much for the
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... everything moves too fast...
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Heartless Lass
"But what did you do with your heart?"
"A stew! Useless thing..."
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