a tate photostory #1

I just think about all the men I’ve dated, and they all just couldn’t amount up to him.

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I remember when I saw him under that light, back home in Louisiana. He was the most beautiful thing and couldn’t help but stare at me too.

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The image of trees splattered through the morning mist was the last good memory I had that next day.

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He left me just like that. I gave him my soul and my womanhood after only a mere few seconds.

I gave him all night. I worshiped him. He worshiped me.

Blood came to mind.

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I got some red roses, and dipped them in an oil can.

My red roses became black, like my heart.

Black heart, you still own me.

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5 Responses to “a tate photostory #1”

  1. beautiful, wow!

  2. DO MORE!!!!!

  3. Michelle Ayers Says:

    wow wow wow

  4. WOW! beautiful!

  5. tabitha Says:

    beautiful! :}

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