#writtenaugustday5

[bukan-penulis-puisi]

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"good morning", you said as you put back on your shirt, you barely smiled. you took your bag and got out of my door. "eh, i kinda cooked you some breakfast. sorry got to go!" i just watched you leave in awe, dazed, silence, confused. /friends with benefit don't do breakfasts./ .80Hg the morning after #writtenaugust #writtenaugustday5

[moonageloony]

it was 9am naked white sheets messy hair but...alone? clothes on the floor scattered glasses with red..liquid and red lipsticks on his cheeks. “where did she go?” says the inspector the flat just filled with people reporters camera flashes news flash; someone's dead. a woman standing in front of an electronic shop watching the news through the TVs she just smirks her red lipstick lurks within “huh. what a morning. i had a great night, though.” -- no one will know it was her. no one will know it was ms. jackson. //krek