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As She Lives and Dies
The adrenaline rush from roller coasters and tattoo needles
feed the addiction you forgot about.
The scar on your knee from when Dominique knocked your bike over in ‘95
And the fucked up shit your mom said to you the other day are equally vivid.
You heard a song.
You know… That one song by whatshisface?
Made you remember spraying your clothes with febreeze to silence the
...Wednesday 6th August 2025 5:18 am
The Pedant
It's so easy to say you love me
But what do you mean by love?
Is it something you see in me,
Or a spirit falling from above?
You say I'm merely a nit-picker
Analysing everything to death
Yet I must be quite sure of you
To own your very last breath
Love is simply a word to others
So glibly pronounced for effect
But I dont want to fall for you
Only for you ...
Monday 26th October 2020 10:42 am
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