she's happiest
when she's
unhappy.
when she has
a broken
nail or a
stubbed toe.
it gives her
a reason
to keep
believing that
when it rains,
it rains on
her alone.
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Anonymous
said...
interesting. still tryig to take it apart and put it back together again. perhaps pain is all she knows. like a big comfy chair that engulfs her, preventing her from climbing out into the world for a breath of fresh air...and a laugh. a good, long hearty giggle after hours of healthy, uncensored passionate sex followed with quasi-intelligent conversation over chocolate cake and milk. The rain is the least of her worries.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
1 comment:
interesting.
still tryig to take it apart and put it back together again.
perhaps pain is all she knows. like a big comfy chair that engulfs her, preventing her from climbing out into the world for a breath of fresh air...and a laugh. a good, long hearty giggle after hours of healthy,
uncensored passionate sex followed with quasi-intelligent conversation over chocolate cake and milk.
The rain is the least of her worries.
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