i'm working on some bits of poetry so look out for that, fraid i'm a bit rusty however. i haven't exercised much creativity lately so bare with me and be kind pls.
well much love and be on the look out if u still watch...i'm not dead yet....
oh my

thoughts of yousitting here alone in my room i close my eyes and try to remember your smilethoughts of you
i try to remember how it felt in your arms how your lips felt pressed against mine i try to remember the look in your eyes when you said you loved me and meant it
sometimes i wake up and catch a hint of your essence
in the room i look around though i know you're not there
it saddens me to think that we are done making memories this is it all i have is


the white roomcrouched in the middle of the room she grasps at the pieces but every piece she grabsthe white room
cuts and cuts deep she's bleeding and she starts to cry as the pieces begin to disappear into the puddle forming around her
the white room turns red
and swims before her eyes she's drowning the walls are closing in she's being crushed blood fills her in
she can taste it smell it the walls squeeze
her bones break finally she closes her eyes and
s i n k s
her eyes flutter open and
her breathin
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"I've never had a 64 year old grab my boobs like that"
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"I've never had a 64 year old grab my boobs like that"
www.jessicarhoades.net `ArtistsForCharity =resurgere
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"I've never had a 64 year old grab my boobs like that"
www.jessicarhoades.net `ArtistsForCharity =resurgere
Thanks for the favourite in [link]
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It's a trick. Get an axe.
thank you!!
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"I've never had a 64 year old grab my boobs like that"
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thank you so so so much
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"I've never had a 64 year old grab my boobs like that"
www.jessicarhoades.net `ArtistsForCharity =resurgere
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