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December | 2011 | One Pound Bunny
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. December 29, 2011. Five thirty in the morning. I dry myself with two towels; two towels I’ve marked as one. I dry my upper body first, then my lower half with towel one. I use towel two. To dry my hair. It’s very important that I have seperate towels for these things. I wouldn’t want to rub my penis in my hair. 8220;Morning, Molly. How’s your day so far? I take a pause. On Mondays, Cheerios. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Golden Crisps. But I take it off.
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April | 2012 | One Pound Bunny
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. A Walk Through The Years. April 19, 2012. I used to walk through the halls. Staring at my feet. Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left. Made me feel safe from my fears. After one year passed,. My eyes began to look up. I looked straight ahead,. Confident of direction,. In the turns I’d make. My eyes wandered everywhere,. Curious of them;. The people I’d pass everyday. My head would turn from. Side to side, Watching like a child. Written on a whim.
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Literature | One Pound Bunny | A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo.
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. A Child’s Adoration. March 19, 2014. The way your mouth curls,. The way your eyes spark,. The way your laugh cries;. It’s very, very charming. The way your hair curls,. The way your shirt’s tucked,. The way your shoes shuffle;. It’s very, very charming. Your voice is not loud,. But isn’t too deep;. The way you work hard,. Make these feelings hard to keep. How I wish these thoughts. Could be something more. Is also but an. The distance from here.
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February | 2012 | One Pound Bunny
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. February 19, 2012. I hate this feeling. I don’t want to feel this way. Written on a whim. The Runner Who Runs. February 14, 2012. Dedicated to the Seal with a Smile. I sit in my room,. Close my eyes for it to come;. I see him run far away. He is very fast. He’s always running,. On land and in the big sea. You would see it too;. He swims as fast as a fish,. Like he belongs there. I smile a big smile,. Wondering if he’d come visit. But he never stops.
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February | 2013 | One Pound Bunny
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. A Witty Kind of Man. February 25, 2013. He’s the kind of man. Who wouldn’t buy flowers. The kind of man. Who wouldn’t buy rings. He’s the kind of man. Who’d laugh at your dress. The kind of man. Who’d laugh at your faults. He’s the kind of man. Who hates your cooking. The kind of man. Who hates your whining. But in the end. He’s the kind of man. Who’d rather cook for you. Than risk you burning fingers. The kind of man. Who’d rather hear. When I began...
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January | 2012 | One Pound Bunny
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. FOR A TURTLE’S FRIENDSHIP. January 22, 2012. There once was a boy. With the name of Jon. He was quite coy,. But also quite brawn. He’d walk with a rock. That he picked from a lake;. A rock he named “Locke”. But day after day,. Jon would get sad. He’d sit around in dismay,. For he’d have no comerade. Locke was not enough. To fill this child’s want,. He wanted one who was tough. But also one gallant. So he traveled to another lake,. He found a new lake.
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January | 2013 | One Pound Bunny
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. January 26, 2013. Hide me, please. I’m afraid of the dark. Hear it’s disastrous bark. It’s full of monsters. Such a dangerous hue. But oh, you’re here! You’ll save me, right? Such dark, lonely nights. Have pained me with fright! Where did you go? They’re getting close. They know I’m scared. They know I’ll cry. But only you would. I Cared For Her. January 15, 2013. She used to scream. Be pissed and mad. Throw her toys down. She used to cry.
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July | 2012 | One Pound Bunny
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A lightweight rabbit who posts stories from a buffalo. July 26, 2012. You’re terribly mean. You’ve secretly stabbed my heart. With such pointed knives. Ripping up this heart apart. Sweet, kind words into my ear. With our eyes both shut,. I still felt your presence near. I felt safe in your embrace. That I was there to replace. The feelings you felt. Towards a person like me. Were nothing to match. Towards the feelings for she. Slowly, I’m hurting. The pain took form of bullets. Shooting me without limits.