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“Debalce” by A.Dakala
Marriage failed because I was sleeping with the enemy, a fake rat disguise as a mouse. We were no longer friends and the all the hate had set in like grass stains in a pair of new blue jeans. I no longer loved this person anymore and my nightly prayers seem to beg for God... Continue Reading →
“Impeachable-Entanglements” by A. Dakala
Lying in my girlfriend's bed looking up at the cathedral ceiling as she walk downstairs butt naked to let her dog out to use to the bathroom. I truly love looking at her big ass, she's truly a sexy woman from Head to toe. Our chemistry is unpredictably breath taken. I glanced over to grab... Continue Reading →
Pretty Poison by A.Dakala
Simon and I are still together; the wedding just got called off temporarily until I can get my thoughts together on exactly what I wanted to do. My friends say that I am living in a fantasy world and that I need to get my life together. Unfortunately Simon hasn't always been the guy that... Continue Reading →
The Shape of Water by A. Dakala
Last night I didn't sleep well and it's starting to show this morning; I've already had four cups of coffee in the last two hours. My girlfriend was up late last night arguing with her baby daddy about not receiving child support in two months and about him not spending time with his son on... Continue Reading →
“Andrea Latoya Denice Scott Murphy Brown (Acrimony)” by A.Dakala
Sometimes you have to know when to walk away with a clean slate. Love hurts like a fresh scar, but over time wounds do heal. See when you throw bullets by hand without using a gun, the damages are repairable. No one sees your dream when they are still dreaming, you can't believe in others... Continue Reading →
Purified DaSani by A. Dakala
No more sex until a man puts a ring on my finger and ready to get married in 30 days. My last relationship was a hit or miss. This man wouldn't even answer his phone half of the time. I hate having to call someone three or four times, then get a text message back... Continue Reading →
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