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on Tuesday, September 13 @ 09:45:29 UTC
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: Ringing
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on Tuesday, September 13 @ 09:45:29 UTC
boce writes:: "
I'm gassed, smashed, shitcanned;
call it whatyou want... I'm honest.
Imet you tonight... lei-lei-lei leila.
You are from finland, i am from canada; we liked that.
This tasty icecream makes me not miss your accent and beautiful eyes; but my hands are sticky and I will soon be done; I will remember.
We held the contact of our eyes; your beautiful hazel eyes. I left; like I always do; going from step 0 to 1 takes too much heart, I don't have enough left. I'm tired of making blind donations.
My ears, they're ringing, the bar, it was loud. We pressed our lips against each other's ear as we spoke. Part to communicate, part to feel close to something beautiful once more.
you're from finland; I'm from canada, Nice to meet you, nice to know you, nice to leave you.
It couldn't last, it couldn't work.
This ringing; it won't last forever. "
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Re: Ringing (Score: 1)
by Conect11 on Wednesday, September 14 @ 09:02:35 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) www.disintegrate-me.com | "I'm tired of making blind donations"
that's an awesome line. Very good, visual writing. I can picture being in a bar with soft red walls.
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Re: Ringing (Score: 1)
by Towenstark on Tuesday, September 13 @ 13:41:21 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | Had the same experience in a club years ago. Beautiful blonde...Charlotte. We danced all night. We both were looped. She gave me her number. I called her the next day and she didn't remember anything about the previous night. So much for the club stud. |
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