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A Not-Love Poem[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]A Not-Love Poem
This is not a love poem, not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February stomping the signatures of lost years in footprints on the pristine present- this, not-night has become electric with memories smashing through the thin ice of teenage alchemy, charged, with the possibility of heartache,
I'm back. I'm back for good(hopefully)
I'll post some art soon
And I love you all
Wish me welcome damn it!
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08 FEB 2005
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amelia.
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'Sup'” sed god's son.
“nm, u?” sed da world.
“nm” sed Jesus.
-The Bibles -internets edishun
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But then again I am only 17. What do I know?
Today, there was a spider on the wall of the bathroom stall I was in. So I said "Bitch! Im using this stall!" then I kicked it's ass.
If I was Mr. T...I'd kick your ass...then rape you.
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amelia.
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'Sup'” sed god's son.
“nm, u?” sed da world.
“nm” sed Jesus.
-The Bibles -internets edishun
--
But then again I am only 17. What do I know?
Today, there was a spider on the wall of the bathroom stall I was in. So I said "Bitch! Im using this stall!" then I kicked it's ass.
If I was Mr. T...I'd kick your ass...then rape you.
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amelia.
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<~Jon-Law>heh, man, who was sitting around and thought "gize taht toast emote is prty sw33t, but we rly need 1 wit soem shti on ti"
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