when i storm-awake, she'll be gone
eyelid kama sutra girl across from me (says she knows me from somewhere) makes gestures, symbols that carve like crayons and she is, mroe than anything else, a sweet girl, full of all the good things one would hope for long for, but i've got a few things from the not-so-past at all on my mind and sure as spitfire a girl i can't shake out or chake free from (maybe don't want to) so this is what happens: i say i'm tired and go home.
2004-06-04 | 11:40 a.m.
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