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Untitled poem.Sunday morning, 3am, She awakes. Slag on her arm and the unfamiliar smell of dope and vodka, He's passed out on top of her arm, "idiot". He slumps his body to the right, releasing her arm from his heavy shirtless back. She searches around for her bra and one sock, They're at the end of the bed, "Bloody Doona". She wanders through the dark and musky house, Looking for a bathroom or kitchen. Everything is new, New and Darker, No, not darker, Dirtier. Bingo, A bathroom. She sits on the toilet, She stares at the reflection in theUntitled poem.
by ~JeanFrancois
by ~donia
Nice stuff you've got here. Those apples are quite hillarious. How the hell did u think of it?
XoX
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" If there is something you want.. "
" Persue it. "
" Nothing comes easy~* "
" Work for it and get repaid later--!! "
" That's what an artist is! "
~* I'm sorry, he's mine and NOT yours *~
So don't hate me cuz he luvz me~* <3
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