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girl_jane
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I'm still awake. I haven't slept yet. I know that if I laid down, I probably would fall asleep. But I really don't want to. I've gotten used to sleeping next to somebody, and I haven't, and I won't for at least another week. We never do much. Most of the time we sit in the apartment and sit close to each other-always close. Sometimes we talk; sometimes we don't. Sometimes we'll just look at each other, and he'll look away. A lot of times we'll just lie next to each other-clothed or not-with arms and legs all twisted together. Anyway-the point is-it's almost 6am, and what I want right now-what I really really want-is to see him-kiss him for a large amount of time-and then fall asleep in his bed with him next to me.
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TimoleoneVieta
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it's not 6 in the morning anymore, but this keyboard is just too delicious to not type right now. I think that sometimes I might want to stop and wiggle with it. Stop and wiggle with it. It's the dioxine that makes it so fucked up did you know that? It also has the affects of cancer. I never really knew trhe difference between affects and effects. I just always assumed there was one, and that it was important. I was going to say something, and it was going to be about how I had that conversation last night, and something needs to change. Although I can't imagine that this myself sitting here right now could be capable of being anything or anyone than who I'm used to. stop fighting the battle he says. And the fact of the matter is that the battle is sitting across the table from me right now.
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Casey
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day after christmas. I throw some clothes on in the dark...
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040503
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monee
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how did three_words know?
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041208
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unhinged
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god that was hot
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In_Bloom
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So much can be made or undone near this time Two can lie entwined Two can hold to the opposite edges of the bed Linens packed between to prevent any intimacy An imitation of love, if even that But when love is made 6am is a beautiful hour of changing smells, texture and breathing You can believe in light again You can believe in something
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090916
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past
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waking up, foggily seeing you frozen on my computer screen, from when the batter died last night at the end of our 'date.'
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090917
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hsg
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Ias & the night is still & beautiful. Good_night, Night, eyes all see you after today.
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090917
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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