cast-iron or sex
sometimes, any idea of your crimes against humanity are close enough to lay me down and flatten my torso against the floor broken moments surely are as simple as cast-iron or sex so, watching you there making the call (the call) that you always wanted to and hoping it goes the way you want it to (this is me hoping) and certainly someday your pain will dwindle, but like heartbreak fiends you don't want to hear that and likely, never will (until) it comes from your mouth from your mouth. getting over is so much harder than getting off, but we're used to all the rundown ones as much as anyone can be (i guess).
2004-12-02 | 12:00 p.m.
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