sarah-wilsonWhisper

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strangers on a couchThey are strangers now, separated by their worlds and walls. / There is no chemistry, no spark, nothing special. / They are simply strangers, sharing a couch.

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i can't ******* write anything.i really don't understand why i am this way. / why every day is a struggle, why i have to dredge up / every single ******* positive thought from the parts of my heart

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i am not a morning person.i don't know which birds sing in the mornings. / i like sunrises, but only if i haven't been to bed yet. / i like to emerge from my sheets and pillows when the sun is high

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for someone from my childhood.having lived in california until i was seven, / and then moving to virginia beach for one year, / and then living in chesapeake for the rest of my life,

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i love it when you say...i love it when you say / chrysanthemum, pedestrian / aminals, spectacles, nudist and crotch.

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for my number one.every time i have to list one best friend, you're the one. / i've got others, yes. a couple or three. / but you're the one i always think of.

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cattailsthere are cattails by the water. / she is watching, and she closes her eyes. / the wind caresses her hair, picks it up and lays it back down.

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i do things all at once or not at all.someone told me once that i was an all or nothing type of girl. / and they meant it as a compliment, or rather an insult / draped and disguised to look like one.

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for someone i judged by first impression.there's no delicate, politically correct way to say this. / as soon as i saw you leaning against the wall of the bp, / with your pants halfway down your ***

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i don't know what to call this except embarrassing.they say we accept the love we think we deserve / and you need to know that i have spent three years / thinking of your smile, and your laugh, and the touch of your hand, and being held as i sleep

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