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This world is filled with closets. And someday, I will learn to live without a single one.

To Her From Her

Twas like a rush of adrenaline, the way we met Dark lights, loud music, tipsy minds and a rushed kiss Your eyes captivated me that Thursday night And when we kissed, I just wanted more of you

Streetscape.

The streets are swarming
with men of the muck,
and their hideous fashions.

 

Over-ornamented denims,
crotch hugging.
Sometime brightly colored tapered trousers
low waisted.

 

Discolored undergarments like family
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