

Happy ProstitutePaper Cut Prostitute Smmooth gaze I saw, You had no chance, Angelic, idealistic, homicidal, Don't blame her fear of loneliness, Got to her, Mirror catches entrancing eye, Leaks blood caught by ash trays, Overful and counting, Long fingers grasp through, Misty skies to hopes of stars, Empty palms reflect broken dreams, Smother long lost beauty, Don't wake her.Happy Prostitute
Happily Once upon a time, Is how this fairy tale began, With a girl baptised by fairies And blessed with near perfection, But ever after doesn't happen, When hap
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IdahoI’ve read a lot about the beauty of Idaho. I don’t see it. Maybe that’s because I’ve livedIdaho
here 3/5s of my life. I’ve looked. Everywhere I go, I look for beauty. Every time I come close to
seeing it, something that is not beautiful and imperfect gets in the way. I see something fake like a street lamp or telephone wire. It makes me sad to have to look at a sunset through a mass of cell phone towers and office buildings. Things that we’ve come to depend on detract from the natural
beauty. I hear a lot about the beauty of a person. I don’t see it. Maybe that’s because I’ve been a person forever. I’ve looked. Ev


Irving SatireIt was a time when bunny disunity ruled, and war was on all our minds. Two of us were born to Mamma, Rob and I. Rob was definitely the more peculiar looking of the two of us, with his florescent red hair and eyes to match. This wasn’t weird for our family, though, as Mamma’s naturally bright blue fur was the talk of the community. I was the odd bunny out for sure with my plain looks and marks As we grew older, personalities began to develop. I was as plain as my white fur. Content on my own, just writing stories, playing music and exploring the land surrounding our bunny-home. Rob, on the other hand, was a liberal, rebellious rabbIrving Satire
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