2:54 AM; September 08, 2007; Saturday; [Untitled]
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Sitting on the bed with a pen in my hand and a cigarette in my mouth, I watched you ly there and I watched you breathe, quiet and smooth. The rythm of your chest slow and steady and so unlike what we were. I kept my gaze on you as I thought of what I was doing with myself. What was I even going to write about, wanyway? As if our lives were ( Read more... )
Sitting on the bed with a pen in my hand and a cigarette in my mouth, I watched you ly there and I watched you breathe, quiet and smooth. The rythm of your chest slow and steady and so unlike what we were. I kept my gaze on you as I thought of what I was doing with myself. What was I even going to write about, wanyway? As if our lives were ( Read more... )
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