more.bad.poetry

where awkward private thoughts become public knowledge.

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I kind of want to believe that you mean what you say.
It would be a nice change, to believe in something so sweet,
to bite into the ripe fruit and find it pure.

Author: hairlikehoney

A girl. With thoughts. That are weird. And random. Who can be bribed with bacon cheese fries. Who figured out how to bleed bad thoughts onto a page and then let them go.

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