Allen
I cannot pretend that we are just friends, your careless hair and soft pink lips won't allow my stubborn heart to feel indifference your voice asking for a coffee date is still music upon ears that refuse to hear the obvious truth and a heart that refuses acceptance
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menoh
I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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