Abused
Her lips stained red, her cheeks pale pink. Her mascara running down her chin and into the sink. Her hair is a mess and she pulls a strand out, liner smudges a bit and she gives a little pout.
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Her lips stained red, her cheeks pale pink. Her mascara running down her chin and into the sink. Her hair is a mess and she pulls a strand out, liner smudges a bit and she gives a little pout.
It's quality not quantity That help's us do best One thing at a time Is patience a test?.
Soft grey fur. A rumbling purr. Heart shaped noes. Grace knows. Sharpest eyes. Softest ears. Blackest whiskers. Beautiful in pictures. Sweetest sound. Her meow. Padded paws. I adore. Runners legs.
I can't remember how it felt, Can't remember your touch. I know at some point it felt so good That I used to miss it so much. I can't remember when I last cried Can't remember the reason why.
If we could not speak. Except with our eyes. We could not hide. Or deceive with lies. No longer protect. From silent regrets. We could not hurt. With vicious words. We could not confuse.
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Wouldn't it be a funday if my boss came to work as a clown. But she's such a miserable bitch she'd sport a frown. Wouldn't it be a funday if my boss came to work with laugh and cheer.
''Glitter why do you leave me. I need the pink in my cheeks, my sticking out sharp cheek-bones' The menth-breath of Frissons inside her newly black-dotted pink lungs.
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Today I've realised something that makes me laugh. When i'm stuck with writers block, I'll take a bath. When i'm struggling and i'm lost without a clue.
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I thought I saw a pussy cat a pussy cat I saw. Looks like she didn't get the message when I left chilli for her paw. No longer content with leaving telegrams in my veggie bed.
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Today i've been down the coast with my dad and two mutts. Saw a bunch of fit skaters roll around and fall on their butts. My shephered loved chasing them up and down the hill.
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