4 A.M.A Poem by AttaxerIncoherent ramblings
Punch drunk with love right in the face, man.
Don't understand how it keeps happening but it does. Now it's 4 A.M. I'm sitting here in my boxers, and I can't seem to get her outta my head. I wonder what she would say if she knew... Oh well... it's probably not important. Pieces fall where they may no matter what I do.
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2 Reviews Added on April 9, 2011 Last Updated on April 12, 2011 AuthorAttaxerLouisville, KYAboutI'm a different type of individual than most would assume. I am honest to a fault. I am caring. I embrace three basic principles. Expression is the key to happiness. Know who you are an.. more..Writing
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