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another day
under
this
mountains

see me here
pictures
clicking

what flash has blinded your words
that an friendship can not be attained


this my last
letter to you

what love was wasted

shall we say none
no love was wasted
only ones anger
from
hatred


ahh
lovers confusion


not that we thought
you
were
our lover

what are these words
an kiss for your flesh boyfriend
the one you says
keeps
you
from being hollow


what escape from reality
have we not granted you
that your mothers broken wine glasses
never cut my bare feet
as
i
waltzed
across the floor

tell me of my blood stains
the ones that still drop from your dream
listen as the echoe vibrates
through your every
torn out scream

what rose scented
has cursed
your affection

that my afflictions be known
pulling yourself from me
this mountain
has
weighed
upon my back
it's shadowy haze
memories fading
love remains
through
paper
we
cling to you


this ink was but an match

...

snap my fingers
to
the
sound

of flying flames

an kiss from your lips

by the quakes
of
insane

if first true love is just an test
good morning
katelynn beth
?






















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uhm
after ..a is partial re-run thoughts
try not to repeat ourselves
kinda hard when your ******* like me
ha ha
are you laughing at us
ahh
oh
hey
ok katelynn beth
"once again"
hello and
ok
this will be my last form of
?harrassment?
as far as putting your user name
in my writes
other than that
best wishes
keep blowing
dishes an dandelions
...
Tommy Johnson  Dec 2013
Katelynn
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
All the words are filled with beasts and demons
Except for one
The one that melts my iris in its beauty
She parades in a riptide of water
And moves as if nothing was wrong
Knowing what to believe
Assumptions left behind
Trying most of the time
Even when i am blind
Love shows me its sighs
You are on my mind
Now and all the time
Noise is left behind

Believe that i love you
Every breath is true
Tell me my love
Honestly
?










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blowing she loves me nots
off
of
dandellions
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Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
"If you don't wanna' lick my ****** that's fine, but don't attack my character." Said the lesbian in the reality TV show. !

She's holding a red plastic cup, slurring like a drunk. She is profound. If I called her gay I think she'd say "*******, ***. I'm a ****." I might point out that **** and ***** are gay; she, perhaps, would then remind me that after Katelynn or katelinn or however Bruce spelled his new name for a brief period in 2016 LGBT had a Q added to the tail-end... but 4 letters is the max allotment for tagging a community and the Q simply took the splash and the roll off the LGBT brand...

... and thus the Q was dropped; and thus the order of the world restored; and thus, on the very last minute of the 6th day, the Lord's final gift to man and life in general on planet earth was a raging ******* in the form of a drunk lesbian educating us all on the fine merits of keeping one's ****** wet BECAUSE a dry ****** can only belong to - nay! exist as far as the reality star would have you believe... vaginas exist onto themselves, though science has deduced with unquestionable Puritan certainty - despite the very Words Written by The Very Good Lord's Hand himself in The Holy Bible as Interpreted by the Most Wholly Holy Puritanical preacher preaching from Jerusalem to L.A. itself - Vaginas (cap the V, it's a she and she's a noun) most definitely and defiantly belong to mammals only; However should they be dry then said mammal most-probably has a questionable reputation and a clearly corrupt character.
Eyal Lavi
Sky  Mar 2014
Perception
Sky Mar 2014
I don't know what you hear
In that pretty little head
Of yours
When I speak words of encouragement

I cannot bare to hear you screech
Those awful sentences in my face

I've not been so stressed in a years time
Not since I tried to take my own life

Your words do not just leave scars
That will not heal
They leave gashes engraved in my skin
***** is carved in scarlet letters from your razored spit slicing through my veins

Your words have edges sharp as claws that dig under my skin and live within my blood

They send electric shocks through my body
They hurt so fiercely, I want to bleed out to make it stop

I cannot bare to have your words crush my skull any longer

Oh, dear Katelynn, how does your pretty little mind perceive the words I've spoken to you?
This is about the girl who lives with me. I cannot take her selfish words crushing me any longer, but she continues
let me say your name again

we really like the way it bounced
off
my
middle
finger

writing you soothes me
brushing my thumb
across
your
lips
soothes me

watching you sleep
soothes me

we awoke to you honeysuckle flavor
we awoke to be inside
the
dream
that makes
dreams dream
you were there
you are here
with me
alway







hey katelynn beth
?




















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what words
turn
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