June 11, 2015 by Americana Injustica

Vividly Shone.

Practice what SHE preached,

you’ve got some nerve calling me…

lose my number, please.

The arrow has flown,

your colors vividly shone…

take your lies back home.

Truths smeared in cement,

hieroglyphic discontent…

broken testaments.

I’m busy burning,

piles of lies that I’m learning…

not table turning.

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8 thoughts on “Vividly Shone.”

Heartafire says:

June 12, 2015 at 12:11 PM

tell it!

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- Americana Injustica says:
  
  June 12, 2015 at 12:16 PM
  
  Fuck yeah I will!
  
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  - Heartafire says:
    
    June 12, 2015 at 12:17 PM
    
    🙂
    
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    - Americana Injustica says:
      
      June 12, 2015 at 12:17 PM
      
      Hugs sweetie ♥
      
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      - Heartafire says:
        
        June 12, 2015 at 12:18 PM
        
        back at you!!
        
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georgeforfun says:

June 12, 2015 at 11:57 AM

Reblogged this on georgeforfun.

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Jarrod C says:

June 11, 2015 at 8:39 PM

Excellent thought process. Don’t go away mad, just go away. Better to move along than waste your time on someone clearly not worth it!

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- Americana Injustica says:
  
  June 11, 2015 at 9:06 PM
  
  Amen to that!
  
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