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Social Skills 2006
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Poems Fuck you, Bastard.
She screamed.
Dare me to haunt you one last time.
Giggle still so infectious,
Eyes still as blue.
He can’t take his mind off the thought.
Memories. A bone of contention.
Her flame, ever ready, burning brighter,
with the rising of her star.
It will not be me.
He tells himself.
An ice cold shower on what was.
What ought to have been?
Then she licks her lips.
His turn to scream.
Sick of her name being everywhere.
Hating the fact he remembers.
The softness of her skin.
The smell of her hair.
Without missing a beat,
secret smiles are exchanged,
And the world goes on outside.
Isn’t “Hello” a simpler conversation starter?
