Shredded Love ProclamationsI lay back on the grass, allowing the sunshine to memorize the curves around my cheekbones and my hair to welcome the tender massage of the wind. It’s almost the end of September but I guess She still hasn’t had enough of the warmth that hazy sunspots cast down on bare feet and freckled shoulders. It’s in moments like this where I try desperately to clear my head of all thought, to allow the expectations and judgments that I so eagerly place upon myself to seep out through the same pores that weep sweet sweat droplets on hot days like this one. A shadow passes over me, as the splash of color beneath closed eyes slides from red to orangShredded Love Proclamations
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best of wishes to you.
we miss your stuff.
and by we, i mean me.
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a.
"writing is fighting."
-frank chin
get massively drunk with me this weekend.
again,
please.
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