ten cent day

stutter, you're a step back now glows heaby eyelids stumble- strut like denim queen and turns arms out just as aphrodisiac in skin shines through with warm heat simple as anything you can take short breaths caravan firewalker stops short of finsih lines we're so like bass clef angels and smiling always at the stars you turn me inside out.

2003-11-25 | 7:17 p.m.
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