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Fjola

"i sat in the waiting area, neck craned. i watched the barber snip at his dreadlocks. they chatted as the scissors pruned the hippie boy to a respectable twenty-something. he looked so indifferent. he even laughed. but with every curl that fell i found i loved him less and less." -lisa falzon



My Poetry

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  • fhjhfhkjdhgkjhd 1 so, my job is good. i know the difference now between a fajita and a burrito. got my first paycheck last week, and saw that it was good. (bible...reference?) 2 today, i cut open my finger with a mechanical pencil. that sentence sounds emo, but it isn't. it really happened. i was drawin
    August 31, In Thoughts.  300 words. Make first comment?
  • I HAVE A JOB 1 woooooo 2
  • i have a job interview tomorrow! 1 THIS IS BIG. 2 i have wanted a job for a very very long time, and have been rejected by several businesses, on account of my age. now i am 17, which seems to be the lucky number, as i have a job interview with the qdoba in the southside! seriously, it was just so random
    August 10, In Life, My life.  200 words. 4 comments, Add one?

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  • chilali on August 11
    Hello, hello

    Thanks for adding me to your favorites =)

    Just stopping by to read some of your poetry!

    Cheers!

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