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you happen to me like motorcycle tricks
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So this is what hate feels like. I glare at her, across the room standing there with him. Tall, blond, slender, perfect complexion, adorable smile, and bright eyes; and him and his lean athletic build, soft square jawline, charming smile, deep blue gree
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Responses that do not include photographs and credit scores will not be answered. Thanks.
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I tell you that wasn’t even on my mind, but move out of an inverted tree pose and wrap both my legs around you, girlfriend style.
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As you pump the brakes to the cadence of the song, you look at me.
Whoever says brown eyes are mundane, has never seen your eyes that day.
Everything changes, almost instantly, with those eyes and that faint glimmer I feel only I could see.
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Annette, make sure you practice your German phrases, and color your hair, every two weeks.
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She loves you when your words leave her dirty, semi-transparent, at times, overexposed.
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You could not only hear, but feel the pulse of thundering traffic from a flyover that arced a quarter of a mile from the communal lobby of unpolished floors, multiple letterboxes and dehydrated ferns in various plaster pots.
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With gum stuck to my shoe . . .
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1The Bird King has fallen in lovewith a radiator.He adoresher pockmarked skin,her neurotic arias,her coldness,her impulsive warmth. 2Tiring of his dalliance with the radiator,the Bird King woos an armchair.She's amply upholsteredand groans dreamilywhen he sits on…
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Postcards of bleak pictoria;
a conjurer of doves tongued to his beak.
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The thing about living alone is, you’ve got no one to scratch your back. If it’s a whisper of an itch, a fleeting thing, it can usually be taken care of by leaning casually against a doorframe and swaying back and forth. Which can actually be quite nice,
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I am in love with the idea of love.The flights of fancy, fireflies and butterflies.I am in love with the stolid airs of nature,Winds and wisps of flowered perfumes.I am in love with change and the unchanging,The melancholic caresses of death and whispers.I am in love with…
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