house chores.
a thousand million dishes
if only I had
as many wishes
I don't write so much. Maybe that'll change, though.
they gave you and me each a heart and a name and then there was some stuff they told us about seasons and gravity and remembering to breathe but somehow i forgot all that when
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- Choose your words carefully; now throw them away
- Computer Science for Smart People
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- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs. (poetry)
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- I believe love and cats have nine lives.
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- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes. (poetry)
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- I left you a note and you replied to it
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- I love you (thing)
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- I suggest you dance. If you need a reason, I'm sorry.
- I think I know that I am almost always afraid.
- I told you I love you, now get out
- I tried to arrange my life in paragraphs, unaware that I was a haiku
- I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you
- I wanted to write a poem that you would understand
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- I will sell you all of me; complete. Starting price, ten dollars.
- I will sell you all of me; complete. Starting price, ten dollars. (idea)
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- The perfect woman (person)
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- the wise mapmaker omits his home
- the.web.hermit
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- These are words silently meant for you
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- This silence, it hurts me, just so you know
- This wordplay bullshit
- to touch the parts of you that I cannot see
- today we paint tomorrow
- today we paint tomorrow (poetry)
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- Touch is not love's sole signifier (poetry)
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- Waiting To Be Opened
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- We all know what beautiful eyes are like, what they do to you.
- We have a fictitious world; that is the first step:
- We have divided among us, like thieves, the treasure of nights and days.
- Whisps of white sugar on a plate of warm pancakes (idea)
- Would you mind terribly if I kissed you now?
- you don't love like a cold-weather man (person)
- You, with your timid, half-hearted intimacies