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Sep 2015
the eyes.
it's always the eyes that get me.
and i stopped seeing yours --
looking into those pools of blue...
trying to figure you out,
even though i already knew.
you've moved away,
though i suppose i've moved too.
i just didn't quite realize
how much of my muse
was you.
capitalization is totally still just a suggestion, not a rule. :P

in the mood to write a rant, but i didn't sleep this weekend and i have an interview tomorrow so my energy is just gone. but theoretically, this is a rant. just imagine me writing to the 0.02% of my views that read these -- yes, hi you, i see you, person who cares enough to read *waves* -- a little rant. okay, i say little when we all (me and you lovely 0.02%) know my rant have historically gotten very long. crazy long. i'm crazy though so that's all fine and dandy with me. this was only supposed to be like a sentence. oh well. its two thirty-ish now, been wasting the past 3 hours on youtube. :/ shame on me. thanks for reading the rant.
oh, and incase anyone wanted to know, i started this poem with proper caps then got rid of it. i haven't done a caps free in a bit so i figured, why not?
(P.S. was 20ft from the Pope yesterday. Heyyo...#catholicswag)

I need a real life. ._.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  26/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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   Ellie Shelley, --- and Reza Bavar
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