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david-gonzalez
david-gonzalez
American
Chastity is sexually immoral, suitable only for the awkwardly insane. We **** then, we wait. We **** again. Sometimes in between ******** we get a college degree or a job.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
****
There is nothing more I can ask for. She tells me go on, forget, advance. But how could I? I ought to tell the world about her - about her elegance, beauty, & joyous demeanor. She marvels me. Nothing ever does. Her long, shiny hair. The paleness of her pigment. Her dulcet laugh.The splendor of her freckles. The perplexity in her eyes. Oh, how they gleam. Never will this fade.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
She Is A Daisy
Dawn has its verdict. It no longer awaits. The waters lie still. Ripples no longer permitted. The trees have spoken. They choose to wither.  It's a sad sad world and I lay my body on all there is that exists undetected. Gently but firmly the soul moves on.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
Foreseen
Posthaste after I begin to ruminate and induce myself into surmising that I've finally ran out of thoughts, you appear in some obscure form. Straightaway, a cascade of endless, unfathomable emotions and indiscriminate memories pour into my pool of thoughtlessness.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Introspection
We spoke eternally, yet there was something left unsaid. Something words could never deliver. Language is finite. How abhorrent.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Untitled
Unremitting prattle doesn't scratch the surface of message-deliverance.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
Communication
We went to sea without sails. We were called insane, unhinged, mad, unbalanced, wreckless, bottomless, demented.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Untitled
Oh how incongruous it is for a dream to awaken a soul.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Ironic Enlightenment
Estoy aparte- aunque me alejo, no me olvido de ti.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Falacia y Recuerdos
Everything on me is mine, except my skin. You are under it and I do not mind it.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Untitled