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Heartache has nothing to do with the heart. It crouches in the
center of the chest. You don’t fall out of love. A switch is thrown.
The light fades.
You wait at the end of the fireworks show. Will there be another
encore?
You’ve thought, This is it, before. You try to make it come back,
make it hurt the way it used to, try to bring it into focus, feel the
heft of it. Were you ever really in love at all?
A dampened orgasm. A stifled sneeze.
You replay things in the cinema of your mind and search through
your love notes.
what dreams
so
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In the darkest corners of my mind is where you'll find my secrets to my perfect little life.
when are we gonna go get our tatoos? U make an appointment NOW!!!! tee hee...im so excited.
<3
LaR
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much luv,
Lar
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