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Day 1: / He smells like stale rum. His eyes are red and watery. As he talks, spit shoots from his lips as each word is punctuated by hate a
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I wrote him a letter. Like mere words confined to the unenthusiastic boundries of the English language could really express the pain confus
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She's looking at me again. Her perfect eyes gazing deep into mine. Her perfect lips inviting me to kiss them.by Redtearstains 200 words, 7 comments, on Jul 5 5:20 PM 2008. In Love
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Desio- Italian for desire1by Redtearstains <100 words, 4 comments, on Sep 24 3:08 PM 2008
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