February 2012
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i wouldnt call myself a poet
itsjust-insanity:
but i love the fuck out of words we can say we are intimate but not exclusive but is it ever? am i ever? does it ever really matter? no one holds it dear like i do clear and true like the shit I am shit even flies like it even i try it even i buy it and sell it out and dance it out trance it about and i love you is all i can say all i ever could
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That awkward moment when you have homework due in a few hours and you inexplicably lose all motivation to do it.
