Even while mixing with my breath- with my body fluids-with my spirit- you were nothing more than emptiness and I was nothing more than flattered. It was a little less than love, not only because we were a little less than perfect but since astro-turf golf courses, musty bowling alleys and blockbuster videos seem friendlier and more worth my while.
Reason for writing:
still writing about that damn ex of mine
Birth sign: Aquarius
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