adoration
feral advances by a mutilated predator,
all scribbled randomly on my selfish napkin...
pocketed if only for the smell of thoughtlessness.
the domestic softness of your best intention.
previous statements more or less retracted ,
you retreat...the mechanisms you built
gently gave way to destruction...
violently transformed into guilt.
mellanie lynn carney byrne















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But the rest I got and like.
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The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
who scribbled his phone number on a napkin at my work
i pocketed it and kept it, if only because i could look at it later
maybe to remind myself how much he liked me...
although we both knew i would never call...
and eventually our little exchanges became too much
and guilt came into play and we stopped
and he quit
and i never saw him again
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life is a ride. you can either scream and be afraid, or let go and enjoy it.
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Smart guy, so don't worry about it.
He was one that messed with you, so not too smart.
I'm being an idiot -_- I'll shut up
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The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
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life is a ride. you can either scream and be afraid, or let go and enjoy it.
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The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
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life is a ride. you can either scream and be afraid, or let go and enjoy it.
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