august twenty-second by Ava Blui should replace sounds with words,
redefine the meanings behind the moans
i faked when we fucked;
you can't even afford to find out
the truth,
and we both know you'd never paint
the town red again. 08/23/2009 Posted on 08/23/2009 Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
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Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/23/09 at 04:40 AM I know I wouldn't want to be on the end of anger like this. No question about that. There's a lot of fury in this, but it never comes off as bitter or spiteful. It's just good, pure and very righteous anger. Because of that every well-placed word has all the weight in the world behind it. Another great one to keep the August momentum rolling. |
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