http://slow.writerscafe.org/llama0lover The original writings of author Indigo Ribbon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016685 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've ruined too many pieces of my heart over that band. I guess I met them through you, butI’m not quite sure if I fellin love, with you orthemStill, they're a part of who I am I gave them to youthe new you. He has curly brown hair,It’s dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llama0lover/1269602/ Your kiss felt like that first gulp of tequilaIt burnt and left me feeling clouded and hotThe way your lips trailed down the back of my necktold me I should be scared, But all I felt was turned onand guilty because of that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llama0lover/1207403/ I wondered what a boy's hand would feel likeon my cheek at 4 in the morningI guess the liquor got to your headand the dreams of ending this lonelinessclouded mineThis wasn't what I thought it would beGentle, warm, yea, butI still feel so fuckingalone  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/llama0lover/1207394/      Her ash blonde hair gathers in twisted little knots on the edge of his fingertips, the warmth of an emptied bottle of cheap wine spills from their tongues. 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