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Mispelled or is it misspelled? I misspelled your beautiful name. Of all names I could remember and write down, I misspelled your name. I misspelled or mispelled it. Or did I? Or did I just spell it the way my memory wanted it to be? Like I often misspell you?

» Posted By Loulou On 06.24.2014 @ 2:22 am


There’s a huge tree, towering over my fence. The neighbor’s tree. Blocking warm rays of sunshine from my skin, casting a shadow on the beautiful roses in my garden. When the sun turns, my garden bathes in gold and dances in the warmth. That enormous tree…How dull life becomes in the shades, in the absence of the sun.

» Posted By Loulou On 06.22.2014 @ 4:38 am


Billiards. She was playing billiards and I was just there, staring at the balls. Big shiny, smooth balls, reflecting faces of people all around.

» Posted By Loulou On 06.18.2014 @ 6:12 am


Cornered. Between you and that wall. My favorite way of being cornered. Your hands against my hands. Your chest against mine. So. Deliciously. Cornered.

» Posted By Loulou On 06.17.2014 @ 7:58 am


delightful buttercup sitting in my tummy, angel delight is in my tummy too and i love tommy boo. summery smells and soft shells sit upon my shoulder and tickle my brows

» Posted By loulou On 07.09.2013 @ 7:20 am


Themselves is such a difficult word, it’s not yourself, but rather themselves. Anyway you should always let people be true to themselves.

» Posted By Loulou On 11.09.2012 @ 7:46 am


Keys need to be held together. There is a chain in the community that keeps be beautiful life of the key together. Just like people. Unlocking the hearts of millions with one beautiful chain that keeps them all intertwined. They live together in harmony and make a beautiful sound that echoes all around them.

» Posted By Loulou On 02.27.2011 @ 7:27 pm


the drains were overflowing. it had rained for 3 days solid. the river had burst his banks. she stood, water up to her knees and surveyed the damage. everywhere was soaked with not a chance of soaking up even one more drop. possessions were floating down the street. street. the river, extended.

» Posted By loulou On 11.21.2009 @ 12:30 pm


It was smooth and sleek. Her hand reached towards it, anticipating the clink of her ring as it hit the metal. It was cold to the touch. As she grasped it to turn it and open the door, she felt something sticky. She recoiled. Her hand was red. Blood.

» Posted By loulou On 11.20.2009 @ 2:22 pm

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