Everybody misses somebody.
Everyone leaves
somethings like velvet dresses
and other things valuable
we covet like unthinking eyes
forgetting sorrow, dancing
in the mind's eye even
dreaming of the days
which will soon become themselves
--they have to--they say: oh, what
a tribulation!
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Welcome Friends!
I'm commenting on my own blog post. That's gotta be as bad as masturbating with conditioner. I went through a phase like that at age 13. Then I learned about moisturizer. It works much better.
So, moisturize this situation with your relevant hand-bags, and ham-baskets, or WHATEVER, and just fucking join in on the lovely prowl. FUCK!!!
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