Intoxicated
spilling my guts in sharp things and caffeine. hurt me please. i can't do it myself. the guilt is like vomit in my veins. [Poetry #179] [2014-15]
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Creativity, Complexity, Chance and Chaos
creativity, complexity, chance and chaos. poetry collection 2013-14.
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First glance, second thought (Frerard drabble)
Frank and Gerard weren't dating. They were just friends who held hands and said 'I love you' and fell asleep curled around each other in ridiculous blanket-forts in Gerard's basement sometimes. Besides, nobody questioned Frank and Gerard's mutual, sort-of-in-love-ness. And nobody needed to. It was just who they were.
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