I loved a man once.
a thousand years ago i loved him.
He loved me too
a hundred years too late.
I was gone
light years away by then,
I don’t feel bad now and again
thinking of him
Or how I was able to let go
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About Me
- Holly Thomas
- "even at my fattest, i was cute. If you ask the women in my life they'll say so too: nice skin, flattering outfits, immaculate eyeliner. But those aren't the things that matter most to men, are they? It has always seemed to me that most straight men just sort of fly over you and take an aerial reconaissance photo: how short your skirt, how long your hair, the round and mounds and hillocks of you. Major land formations. Its women who zoom in on your carefully primped details. Carefully primped details were my job and my specialty, and what I had to offer" Big love by Amy Maclin
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