F@#! You, Metaphorically.
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Last published Thu, Feb 25, 2016
This isn't your typical story (this isn't a story at all, actually) about star crossed lovers getting together, overcoming their monsters and carpe diem-ing the shit out of their life. Sorry, I wish I had that, too. But I don't.
This, here, folks.. It's all my poetry that's too long for twitter. My darkest thoughts to my deepest secrets. All the things I need to say that can't be heard, all 100% truly written by yours truly. A big "F@#! you!", metaphorically speaking.
//all other short stuff that isn't worth posting here will be on tumblr (@softlydelirious) and occasionally on my twitter (@ayyyeitsdani)
#269 in Poetry - 7/16/15
#237 in Poetry - 7/19/15
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