denman

you looked at me so barely sometimes, like nothing at all was happening and you couldn't see anything but the colors and lines of my face: so much like falling i was taken in by your eagerness and passion was always such a trait for youth we watched leave fall from tree tops while sitting in the woods behind the school sneaking a smoke and laughing about some person or other (our teachers were lousay we used to alwasy say) and then, on cold days we'd walk the indoor track backwards to piss off the gym coaches and play in the longjump sand: so free

2004-06-22 | 12:02 a.m.
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