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. 


  • Author: Oliver (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2018 12:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

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