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fam.i.liar
I opened the refrigerator door,
I saw your chocolate yogurt,
I know it’s not chocolate,
but it still looks like chocolate.
I close the refrigerator door,
and the room goes cold,
I’ve felt this before.
I look to the phone,
but you don’t call.
I turn it off,
so I can’t hear you
not call.
I miss you
as I throw more blankets
on our bed.
william is one-third of half the man he used to be.
Spends most days reminscing about catholic school
girls he used to get wet with a smile. ‘low self-esteem
has been very good to me’ is one motto mumbled
between his lips constantly. He has many mottos
and few friends.