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my boy <3 xxxx
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omg this is perfect. <3
Larry is real, your argument is forever invalid.
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OMG DYING HAHAHAHAHAHA
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I put it down. There on the table. It disgusted me, the way the now stained surface dimly reflected in the kitchen light. Sure I thought it was a good idea at the time. To make things more interesting and less boring. How wrong I was! The smell of crimson liquid, now consuming my hands and…
Like fire: bold and real,
Flashing, warming, changing.
Never timid to faces fresh, faces feared or free.
Leaping Courage travels through hearts smiling, laughing.
He flickers, falters.
He leaves, returns.
Competing with Fear: he loses, wins,
Caving and rebuilding and living.
Alight or put out, burns brightly or dimly,
Like Fire: bold and real,
Changing, warming, flashing.
Aaron Doherty
August 3rd 2009 the day I found ‘You’ my ultimate dime,
On the train where we met, around lunchtime.
Rays shone through the window from the summer skies,
But I was fixated on your perfect smile and eyes.
Cute games of footsie beneath our seat,
I knew instantly you were mine to keep.
How…
I face the wardrobe.
Hands reach to touch the old jeans,
the denim’s worn in the memories.
Tops of faded colour, clinging
to hangers yet too small to
be worn again.
Tear-soaked jumpers, stitched with
broken hearts now ready to be
let go.
Out come these old clothes, fingers
pained to…
Hello, Susan Fanshawe here, Miss Gregg’s Pasties two years on the bounce. I thought I had it in the bag this year but that bloody fat bloody cow Karen came here this year from Swansea. Anyone who says that she is nice looking needs their heads examining … with a drill. She won’t win next year,…