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[model_t]

he wrote me:

"you are the epitome of lips never kissed,
of arms never held.
yet, we are choking on the same breath of air,
and i'm drowning in the still of your stare.
i slip, i trip and i fall....... "

when do you know if you can trust a rockstar?

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[twohourdrives]

i trusted a poet once.
all he did was write me a few pretty words
and take my virginity in the backseat of his volvo.
i haven't seen him since,
but i lurk on his journal.