#write2014 – 11 – A Series of Six Word Stories

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Lips blow kisses wind wont carry.

I’m a series of honored blushes.

Love is fresh parts and grease.

The sweetest goodbye. The hand waves…

It’s after midnight, where’s my awesome?

Love notes, For girls, Who cut.

Ripped myself apart. Read the pieces.

 

 

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