child of right clicks
I do the same
never know what you'll find behind the
glossy hidden smiles of
laughing bent backwards glances of sex obsessed strangers
it's my new buzz
it gets me good enough to keep trying to get beyond the hello
straight into the intergalactic hyper less travelled road of coffee and new collections of stories and pictures saved for a friendship that started on the right side of a picture's swipe.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
