June 2010
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Feelings by Floetry →
It’s 4:53 am and the current of time is tugging on my lids. He’s on the phone and I’m hearing him tell me how he feels about me. I’m hearing him and all that matters is -he feels for me. He feels for me. I don’t want to think, confirm, or discuss how I will change or continue to impress… I realize my love will perform for me. I love him enough to just let it be and not...
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May 2010
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