Feb 07, 2006 23:47
A pretty poem from lit class
When my lover came to bed,
the knot came untied
all by itself.
My dress,
held up by the strings of a loosened belt,
barely stayed on my hips.
that's as much as I know now.
When he touched my body,
I couldn't at all remember
who he was,
who I was,
or how it was.
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......I like it
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DID YOU GET INTO NYU?!?!?!?!?!
I'M GOING CRAZY!!!
*god, it's like i'm the one applying there!*
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