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Watching a girl make eyes at me
brings the understanding
that I will always fall
in love too quickly.
The thought sends me hurtling
toward a future, where
I learn to love a stranger
as I love you now.
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< Watching a girl make eyes at me brings the understanding that I will always fall in love too quickly. The thought sends me hurtling toward a future, where I learn to love a stranger as I love you now. < |
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I assume this means batting lashes/prettyface/etc?
is that not clear enough? i think i'll revise that bit then
i like this one more and more each time i re-read it - it smacks of so much truth about how i am
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
*stands up*
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About 'knowing'.
About ourselves,
We are always wrong.
Surprised by the extent
Of our love, our kindness,
Our cruelty.
About each other,
We are always suspect.
A relationship;
Convenient misunderstanding.
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sometimes we can revel in our faults - sometimes we use them to find the strength to move on
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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Sophie Shaw Photography
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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Sophie Shaw Photography
I feel as though I've written this poem already, 100 times at least.
i'm pleased you fancied reading my stuff
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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