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Post by vixen on Mar 22, 2007 11:41:17 GMT -6
Bloody Tears
You…
Left me
Sad and grieving
Without giving me
Reason
I felt utterly
Completely
Alone
You…
Then called
After months
Of silence
Causing my heart
To pound
In sheer delight
You…
Then
Asked for
Her number
Tearing my heart
Asunder
Leaving it to bleed
Bloody tears |
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Post by dawness on Mar 22, 2007 13:48:44 GMT -6
awwwhhh, this is painful, vix! lovely. ouch!
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Post by rrw on Mar 22, 2007 14:45:14 GMT -6
very sad, VIX. Hope it ain't real life.
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Post by vixen on Mar 22, 2007 22:27:34 GMT -6
Thanks for the great comments. Actually its true Rob,or part of it. The other part is sheer imagination. He did call and I told him to go procreate with himself.lol always Vixen
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2007 23:12:33 GMT -6
Men! How crass some can be!
The good thing is...
The event made excellent
poetical fodder for later use!
ggglgggl..."go procreate with yourself..." roflmao...thaz funny, Vixen! stop making me laugh...NOT! NOT! NOT!
Bloody smoking poeming by the way! Also, btw...
TAG! YOU'RE ALL IT! And you can't catch me to tag me back, unless you can fall out of the computer's eye and follow me down the hall as it's time for me to fly...Straight to bed...
Nightie night and sweet dreams to all the crew the next time your head hits the pillow, too!
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2007 23:15:05 GMT -6
Adorable avatarian likeness of you, Vix! Night, sweeting!
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