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Let’s count the ways I could describe your smile.
Goofy with a stupid laugh.
Judgmental,
But only in ..
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I finally stopped crying everyday;
Understood
It just wasn’t right.
With the help of whiskey and words,..
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The solar system crackedin chipped paint,manicured, but not maintained.Bitten lipsand bouncing limbs,wishful ink soaked into skin.Pencil in hand,pract..
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Warning spat, swearing she would
hurt herself. Her words, swallowed; bitter. An aftertaste thick enough to
stick. Fing..
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I’m not gonna lie--
You’ve got a pretty boy face and that
Good ol’ “southern charm&rdquo..
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An analysis of the Postmodern focuses of metafiction and hyper reality using Rushdie's "Haroun and the Sea of Stories" and Danielewski's "House of Lea..
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There's a clarity infalling rainyou can't find in muchanything else;in the way the sound dullsout your pain;in the times..
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You know when you were a little kid
And someone would push you on the swing set?
You kept laughing,
Your sl..
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c. 2014
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I
Am the worst kind of person.
Now, hear me out,
I’ve been told this on more
Than one occasion;
..
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