bits and pieces

friday the 13th with a full moon about,
and I find myself cursed, hanging around
someone too gorgeous to count, but hey

it’s not you.

***

lifting up dresses,
giving my best wishes

***

we hug soft

***

checking email, nothing from you. what was the point
then?

***

she was a short, hot girl
in a blue slip. get it on,
as they say

***

nothing motivates like the spurn

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