move along

Apr 22, 2006 22:54

i didn't realize how late it was when i looked down to find my fingers intertwined in his. i think that counting ten in one place made me think of the time.
this is a church,
this is a steeple,
open the doors...
i watch him walk away from my car. he waddles a little bit, but in kind of a thug way. i don't know if that's possible. he has a pitcher's ass, although i don't know how well he can throw a curve ball. i don't know a lot of things. doesn't that surprise you?

this is serious time

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