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AsideYou brought it up jokingly, thought it wouldn’t hurt / It was just an aside, nothing big / I guess you don’t know why and what it meant
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May 10, 2010
UnspokenLove: to be said but unspoken / A deep guttural influence over your mind’s endless power / A gift to be hermetically sealed, yet leaking lust whenever possible
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May 10, 2010
HidingI miss you. / The one you’re hiding, / The one you’re afraid of
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May 10, 2010
SkittlesRemember that time of the angry anxious skittles. They were scattered across the white playing field of keys; with all those fucking letters that could spell anything they wanted. Kind of like my mind. What was yours spelling? Lets get food. Real food. Mine was more along the lines of kiss me please, or did that already happen. Those fucking skittles, which I hate the word, embodied our beings. The green jealousy of what those letters could spell. The angry red of which I wanted to do and be. The fucking orange, my fiery passion to jump and collide and the keys to spell NOW and LUST. The stupid yellow that would spell LOVE because that’s what it was. It just wasn’t bright enough against that fucking computer to stand out; to scream, “TAKE ME NOW or else you’ll be living your life waiting.”
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May 10, 2010
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