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juggler
city bus
morning afterSun an unwanted visitor Breaks upon the bed where we slept Drawn from our mutual reverie Hung-over, bedraggled Searching the floor for memory: Shoes under the bedmorning after
Bright gooey candy goodbyes Said sultry and messy Like licking your fingers When you make brownies You follow me to my car, Bent over backwards Bent on bending Bending and breaking Bent on forgetting Backwards, Forget breaking hearts and well worn words
You flick your green lighter Close to my face Cupped between hands Producing a tendril of fla
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Holly Harper(after being attacked with cake by Nora): I can't believe you did that! This dress is couture!
Nora Walker: I'm sure it’s been stained before!
(It's 10 bonus points when you hit the mistress with strawberry shortcake)
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per-plex-ta-cy: n. a bewildered state of elated bliss, the complicated frenzy of poetic inspiration, confused contemplation of the divine.
-"Myspace, what the hell is that? Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?" -Dean Winchester
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