Stretched out six feet, bright against
the beige blonde bland
cookie cutter college
monotony
she reminds me, of how
I used to write.
Sometimes hoping she might read
sometimes not but still
she reminds me, why
I used to write.
Like this but metered, measured &
forgotten, remember?
The way I used to write.
the beige blonde bland
cookie cutter college
monotony
she reminds me, of how
I used to write.
Sometimes hoping she might read
sometimes not but still
she reminds me, why
I used to write.
Like this but metered, measured &
forgotten, remember?
The way I used to write.
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...this question is a response to I don't know what. I don't get it. Forgive me, I'm slow today.
It was great seeing you the other day, even for just a split second. Sorry I didn't run over and hug you like I wanted to, but we both seemed to be in 'work mode'. I've heard tale of some SGSB bowling thang this weekend, yes? I want to hang out, so let me know.
-S