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A Not-Love Poem[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]A Not-Love Poem
This is not a love poem, not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February stomping the signatures of lost years in footprints on the pristine present- this, not-night has become electric with memories smashing through the thin ice of teenage alchemy, charged, with the possibility of heartache,
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Try it again;
Breathing's just a rhythm.
I love your pictures ^.^
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Hello Friend ^.^
I'm Pitang. I love manga, anime, music, food, and sleep...
I'm also allowing YOUR-PRICE commissions!!!
Feel free to note me ^.^
LOOKIE-LOOKIE!!!!
It's ~TheFAKE-OCT!!!!
I'm a Judge there...
Thanks you.
If by love you mean "hate" then good.
That's what I want to hear.
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Try it again;
Breathing's just a rhythm.
Hate? I actually like them...
--
Hello Friend ^.^
I'm Pitang. I love manga, anime, music, food, and sleep...
I'm also allowing YOUR-PRICE commissions!!!
Feel free to note me ^.^
LOOKIE-LOOKIE!!!!
It's ~TheFAKE-OCT!!!!
I'm a Judge there...
--
Try it again;
Breathing's just a rhythm.
--
Hello Friend ^.^
I'm Pitang. I love manga, anime, music, food, and sleep...
I'm also allowing YOUR-PRICE commissions!!!
Feel free to note me ^.^
LOOKIE-LOOKIE!!!!
It's ~TheFAKE-OCT!!!!
I'm a Judge there...
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