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I hope you get to work on timeLet us leave our song of dispair on the back porch tonight.I hope you get to work on time
They have predicted a storm
and rain is perfect for such melancholy
but I am no longer sad!
I am no longer parallel
to the widow on her vast matress.
I found you in the wild
a smoky room full of dogs
who have learned all their tricks,
and trashed their hearts
along the way.
You were glowing.
Your hands were talking to my hands,
Saying "don't let us go.
It's me, do you remember?"
and my hands said Yes
and that I would try to hold on,
but my heart, always two st
sleepyou dreamed that the oceansleep
swallowed me whole
wearing my green dress
even though it was cold
i lay on the bottom
listless and staring
but thats just a metaphor for life.
I dreamed that the ocean
swallowed you whole
you waited for me
just like you were told
we lay at the bottom
all still and drifting
but thats just a metaphor for love
and all of these metaphors
break me up
I dreamed that the ocean
tossed us about
then she got angry
she up and spit us out
and we coughed all the water &n
The art of a Romantic ComedyI guess I am a liar,The art of a Romantic Comedy
from some far left point of view.
I guess when I yelled
that I am staying
and that if you didn't mind
i would like you to just fucking accept it,
I was sealing my eternal fate
as a liar.
I am sorry that I'm weak
and I'm sorry that I'm tired and
I'm sorry that I'm this huge mess,
this endless mass of tears and hair
that gave up
because it was too hard.
You are supposed to come back now.
You are supposed to be
miserable.
Watching me move on without you,
wearing a cute dress and
l
well
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Dictum sapienti sat est.
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REDEFINE GOD
How have you been Melissa?
I've missed you.
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Dictum sapienti sat est.
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<3
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At Sullivan’s drinking with Justin, he says he’s seen my ex-girlfriend. She’s back in town – and what’s worse – he knows where and when she works. So we head over to the Underwood, she’s trading shots with regulars: She gives me a hugs ‘til our hips are f
God, a bunch of your melo journal entries are good enough to post here too.
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