it feels of elegance capturing you in a fit of fury and abstained comfort. your eyes dilate like photographs of eclipses you wish to, but never have the chance to see. (like mirror images-- a distortion of lies and the realization is quick and without a doubt that the opposite is always true. because 'baby, you're beautiful.') leaning against pitch
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steve, i really love your writing. & i think i love you even more. <3
i think you+gapbeanie=sexonastick. yes.
have a nice day, stevem.
<3
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love you.
hong smells like beautifulness.
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p.s
i got a 49/50 on my poem.
thank you.
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p.s.s
new writing.
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show me. show me.
do i have to ask for you to show me your glorious work now?
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you should have gotten a 63.
13 points extra credit. because you like the number 13. uhm. i think.
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