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Member since 2005 · Posted 4 Sep 2005 · 2 comments

You talked and I listened. But why I ask myself? Because yours words were as empty as the bottle of tequila beside our bed. Our bed hasn't been shared for years. And yet we're still together. Locked in this bond of happily ever after.

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[4] Dovina 4-Sep-05/2:44 PM Reply

Try again when you're sober.

[5] Tintagiles 7-Sep-05/8:07 PM Reply

A prose poem, I take it? A bit too prosy, even for that.