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Victoria’s Secret

On dates 1, 2, and 3, I chose to wear, something incredible, so he’d want to stare. On dates 4, 5, and 6, I chose to accentuate, certain womanly parts, to ensure the next date. It’s been many months, and … Continue reading

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Pictures of You

And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading

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Basic Instinct

He keeps me on the verge of a poem, he also keeps me on the verge of another thing, but I rated this blog “PG”, and the other thing is definitely not “PG”, though now I kinda want to write … Continue reading

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More Than Words

You fell asleep, and I could feel the poem forming in my brain, the words trying to find their place, but I didn’t grab my notebook, I didn’t want to wake you, so I tried to stay awake, because I … Continue reading

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Under The Bridge

You said you don’t walk a straight line, I kinda knew that, I smiled. I said I don’t walk a straight line either, You kinda knew that, You smiled. Our yellow brick roads are not completely different, and not completely … Continue reading

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Dunkin Do-Nots

Sitting in Dunkin, with coffee and a book, when a 30-something guy approaches, says, “He likes how I look”. I smile, say thank you, attempt to return to my page, but am ambushed with questions, from a guy who should … Continue reading

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

He wanted to be Kurt Cobain, except Cobain was already gone, and he was still here, though he didn’t want to be. He made me his muse, I didn’t want to be, but I was. So I played my piano, … Continue reading

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