lately, all of my poems have been incredibly vague, almost as though i dont want the subject matter to be known. im going to have to start getting bolder when it comes to writing. iv gotten quite rusty
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Look at me with angel eyes, A devil dressed in cotton gauze. But evil? No. Just circumspect, And just a little lost. A heart that burns like cigarettes, Morality at second-best. Ostentatious judgement, gone- No change at my behest. No alteration needed here, No calling for another you. Just shed your gauze and shed a tear And let the burn shine
alas, the be-broke-and-have-sex diet seems to be working wonders for me. my waist is back down to 24 inches. now if only i could find a way to tone my ass at the same time
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so im stuck at home with a UTI, working up the courage to take the bus. anyone who's ever had a UTI knows damn well why im staying home
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