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illiterate love | fudged flummery
https://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/illiterate-love
Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. You’re currently reading “illiterate love,” an entry on fudged flummery. 21 August, 2008 / 6:43 am. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Slip of the tongue.
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i’m too familiar with unfamiliarity | fudged flummery
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Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. I’m too familiar with unfamiliarity. You’re currently reading “i’m too familiar with unfamiliarity,” an entry on fudged flummery. 9 August, 2009 / 8:54 pm. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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there and gone again | fudged flummery
https://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/2011/04/10/there-and-gone-again
Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. There and gone again. Bleeding from phantom wounds. Waiting for someone who’s never coming. Crying for the loss of a love never had. Yet I’m still. Raw from cuts left by words. Screaming at sadism disguised as love. You’re currently reading “there and gone again,” an entry on fudged flummery. 10 April, 2011 / 9:51 am. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Slip of the tongue.
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mistake | fudged flummery
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Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. Your smiling lips pressed so tightly against mine. Reminds me just how tightly I should have held onto you. I let you go when I should have pulled you closer,. And when you keep me there,. Centered in front of you,. Secure in your arms,. Put in place by your touch,. Our words fall into white noise. No need for cluttered explanations,. Shed our breathless anticipation,. How to fit together just right. I’m...
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just right | fudged flummery
https://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/2009/12/27/just-right
Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. You’re just right. You never blaze out of control,. Even when it’s well-deserved. Your lips are never too far,. Your arms always open. Your eyes always warm,. Your words always kind. Our hearts beat in perfect time,. Our hands intertwine perfectly,. And we never notice. Because our lips finish the conversation. Our love is reckless,. But it’s just right. 27 December, 2009 / 2:23 am. Jump to comment form.
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caged | fudged flummery
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Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. A caged bird will sing of freedom,. A free bird of imprisonment,. For you yearn to breathe air. Not fit for your lungs. Simply to say you have. We want what we have not,. We are what we ought. Cage the free bird. And let loose the caged. And we aren’t what we were,. We’re what we mustn’t ever be,. And then our conscience agrees. You’re currently reading “caged,” an entry on fudged flummery. Jump to comment form.
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I still | fudged flummery
https://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/2011/01/17/i-still
Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. You make me hate you,. And I still want you. You make tears well,. And I still need you. Your words are needles in every sore spot,. And I still have to have you. Your hands are like fire on icy skin,. And I still think it feels good. You kick me when I’m down,. And I still crave the pain. You don’t understand me,. And I still believe you might. You won’t leave me,. And I’m still afraid you will. The good, the...
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nothing’s right | fudged flummery
https://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/2010/03/01/nothings-right
Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. Air’s too thick to breathe. Light’s too bright to open my eyes. Heart’s pounding too loudly to hear anything else. Nothing felt right to begin with. You’re currently reading “nothing’s right,” an entry on fudged flummery. 1 March, 2010 / 4:41 am. Jump to comment form. Anything new of late? I’ve been enjoying your work. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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waiting | fudged flummery
https://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/waiting
Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. Waiting for you is endless. You’re currently reading “waiting,” an entry on fudged flummery. 13 February, 2010 / 5:34 am. Slip of the tongue. Jump to comment form. I know how you feel. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Slip of the tongue.
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damnation | fudged flummery
https://fudgedflummery.wordpress.com/2010/12/06/damnation
Pen in fist, mouth shut tight, heart overflowing, words leak onto paper. and that ends up here. I have let the words spill from my lips,. Let the confessions ring loud and bold,. And I should have done neither. My love was genuine, sure, and loud. Our kisses unique, baiting, and breath taking. Damn me. damn me and my too-soon iloveyou’s. And I have been, oh I have;. This damnation wrapping me in obligations I should never feel obligated to fulfill. Those moments alone will sustain. Jump to comment form.