A house
A boat
A party
A bed.
A buzz
A distraction
A shoulder
A "friend".
A date
A hookup
A car
And a tool to mend.
I am an object.
something concrete.
They love my materials but for some reason not me.
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Author:
Oliver (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2018 12:06
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Great write
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