Tuesday, April 2nd, 2002 [revisit]
9:16a
and sprawled across your couch reading 'story of o' while you try to sample songs coming so close but never just right words mimicking those from your mouth just minutes earlier or i think that's what you said pouring from the paper you offer a piece of leather and i say 'isn't love more?' but only in my head because you're not the one molding me preparing me ever so frail and beauty and a hint of commitment for the one who will take me from you when you've found yourself too far to turn back and broken hearted i feel as though i should warn or apologize and yet it doesn't matter no not this time
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