The condom stuck to my thong and almost sent me face first into the gutter. Rough concrete and and the bright blood.
Halfblood, quarterblood, dirtyblood, blueblood, glueblood, noblood.
Spilt milk.
A lady kills men and keeps their cats as momento’s.
A dude comes over and’s like “why are there so many cats.”
She kills him and takes his cat.
“It was an incredible bonding experience. I’ve never trusted or been as vulnerable as with you.
She thinks I’m all experienced, but truly I’m all bravado and steam.”
She has no need for an umbrella, she makes shade of poetry pages.
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For the amazing people who like the page.
A short prose poem
They clicked.
With mighty finger smiting
The fingernails not biting
For no fear touches these brave few
who click, oh how they clicked
And clicked they did,
The people were happy and they were good
and the sounds were good and Batman Unicorn JESUS breadfruit and you can’t say that word.
She did grace the province and rainbows
oh how the rainbows sang….
Thank you for liking our page Thearthouse
I don’t like your dreads but I see that our life is a Russian doll in your life.
You may hate me, or feel impartial, apathetic.
I am absurd. As such my existence is a rebellion against ignorance.
I miss your memory. But I can’t really say why.
One day I will find you and thank you. You gave me a border, a line, a reference.
I can navigate love, charted from your stars
I’ve never loved like that before or since. Time is so valuable.
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