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Rogue Romantic
The repressed rants of a raging romantic: Poetry and other quixotic musings
Posts tagged departures:
The truth of It will mess with your head if you think about it for too long.
Red is the color.
W.I.P.
I knew that I cared for you the moment I drove across the Market Street fog line in that rental car.
I left it enveloped in the smoke of my previous miseries- opportunities miscarried and abused.
How don’t I love you?
Where is my drive?
—I want to paint the city red with Love.
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