Do not fall in love with people like me, we will dress you In metaphor, take you to open mic’s and museums. Make love to you as we would our words. Leave you tossed and tongue tied, a puddle of hardened candle wax, a poem unheard. Make you drunk on the Liquor of love. Kiss you black and blue. Send you back in love and bruised.
— DC
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Love
It scares me that there’s only 1000 reblogs.
It scares me that there’s only 3000 reblogs.
how old is google?
google is 13 today
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