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She's got that peasant stink stuck to her radiating failed dreams and passed-over advice speaking to the untold quantities of filthy, illegitimate children birthed through pale and quivering thighs. Tattered, low denims faded, high-cut blouse full head of ratty, unclean hair propped up in a high-rise hair-spray style that hasn't been popular in the trailer parks for more than a decade. She always worked real hard yet always put failing-foot forward and though I asked, she could never tell me why - she never, I think, knew herself. It doesn't matter though she'll just fall again fall to her knees before another he again fall into the welfare lines due to another newborn again fall back down into what she knows again. She saves her non-handout-cash for the spending on endless streams of hash, bottles of paint for nail and eye-lash -because she believes, as she's told, that she's worth it - even though it's real clear that she's not and that it's real clear that she's one for looking-on and never acting upon and yet, I cannot help myself anymore than she can - I have fallen completely and pointlessly in love with her.
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
Failing in Love
She's got that peasant stink stuck to her radiating failed dreams and passed-over advice speaking to the untold quantities of filthy, illegitimate children birthed through pale and quivering thighs. Tattered, low denims faded, high-cut blouse full head of ratty, unclean hair propped up in a high-rise hair-spray style that hasn't been popular in the trailer parks for more than a decade. She always worked real hard yet always put failing-foot forward and though I asked, she could never tell me why - she never, I think, knew herself. It doesn't matter though she'll just fall again fall to her knees before another he again fall into the welfare lines due to another newborn again fall back down into what she knows again. She saves her non-handout-cash for the spending on endless streams of hash, bottles of paint for nail and eye-lash -because she believes, as she's told, that she's worth it - even though it's real clear that she's not and that it's real clear that she's one for looking-on and never acting upon and yet, I cannot help myself anymore than she can - I have fallen completely and pointlessly in love with her.
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
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