Two Weeks

Author: in shadow ASL Info:    22/F/ nightmares Elite Ratio:    3.58 - 581 /277 /103 Words: 117

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Two Weeks

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A postcard Butter yellow sunshine wrapped around hot coffee with extra cream. Breathe… fresh cut grass and lilacs. Bacon and one egg over medium. These are mornings without you swearing groggily smelling of piss warm beer and cheap sex. With a note saying: Thanks for nothing.

Submitted on 2010-12-10 08:26:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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i read a few of your writes the other day so i thought i'd come back. i like that the postcard has become a coffee warmer. at least that is the idea i get from reading this, as if it's sentiments have been recycled. or, there is a need for them to be used in a way that is actually useful. i like too, the fact that those morning comforts (?) come in inbetween. kinda like a separator of sorts. a space. a place to find a breath and pause. anyhoo... just thought i'd say i like your style.

| Posted on 2010-12-14 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]

well i can def feel the anger in this one, and even though its real short you get straight to the point. sometimes even i have a hard time doing that.

| Posted on 2010-12-11 00:00:00 | by scardnscared | [ Reply to This ]

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