June 2011
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it's no Twilight but...
(if you’re reading this and you’re not the person it’s meant for (let’s be real, no one’s ever gonna read this aside from her anyway), it’s a bunch of poems and passages in order from that moment you meat someone and you’re infinitely hopeful to sabotaging your imagined relationship in your head before anything even happens, you saboteur.)
At that moment...
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one thing i dont need is any more apologies i got sorry greetin me at my front door you can keep yrs i dont know what to do wit em they dont open doors or bring the sun back they dont make me happy or get a mornin paper didnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars cuz a sorry i am simply tired of collectin i didnt know i was so important toyou’ i’m gonna haveta throw some away i cant get to the...
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“Love” by Lola Haskins She tries it on, like a dress. She decides it doesn’t fit, and starts to take it off. Her skin comes, too.