“Wait for me here,” he said. She looked at him, smiled, and said, “Let's go together.” Armed with childish laughters and her striped umbrella, they moved towards the parking lot. It was a dark and stormy night, the winds threatening to blow away their cover. But with them together, it couldn't be any better, warmer.
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In an enclosed space, he sat thinking. With a lit cigarette on his right hand, his left hand on his chin and memories of yesterday in his mind, he puffs in nicotine into his lungs. As smoke fills his mouth, emotions cloud his mind – is this love? He closes his eyes, and exhales all doubts.
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
a couple of 55's
Posted by iamtheblur at 10:23 PM
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3 comments:
hhmmmmnnn????
I should've known better! Imon= EMO!
kung ang ganyan ay emo. lahat ng poet ay emo.
lalo na yung sumulat ng Trees. hahaha.
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