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something to get off my chest.

I have something to get off my chest. And it’s this bra. No, I’m just kidding. Well, I mean, yeah, maybe later, but that’s another story. Part of the reason I started this blog, particularly anonymously, was to give myself … Continue reading

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words.

I don’t like the words I’ll change them to my own You can read them as a script Or recite them as a poem Set them to music And I’ll sing them for you I’ll paint them on the wall … Continue reading

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upstairs.

upstairs. Based on a true story. (Mature content follows…)

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wedding: a limerick.

They called me beautiful that night Amidst rain drops and moonlight But I have to confess It was the wrong dress It never should have been white. The prompt included a picture of a lovely wedding sign with attached white … Continue reading

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fiction friday 28: secret admirer. part 6.

Oh yes, I know it’s no longer Friday. Please forgive me. This is part 6 of secret admirer. ♥ [Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5]

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color: a limerick.

I almost didn’t post a limerick this week… but this morning, after little sleep, on a post-it note by the bed, I wrote this in probably less than a minute. I guess it came to me in my (unable-to) sleep. … Continue reading

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weekly perk. #19

I need to start with an apology. My other life took me away a bit this week. (Yes, my other life. I’m Batman. Okay… lie. I’m Batgirl.) The thing is… I may or may not be able to post my … Continue reading

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adored.

When I was a little girl I believed in fairy tales but as years floated by me my belief began to fade. No longer did I think love was coming for me. Everyone always said those stories are not real. … Continue reading

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