nights awake
tingling fingers
foggy headlights
running nowhere
privileged bike trails
tasteless buffets
hunting for easter
happy nightmares
shattered dollhouses
fruitless unions
stale beginnings
self-tan savior
prayers in private
organ transplants
racists tulips
chemicals forsake
Saturday, March 22, 2008
underwhelmed by words, overwhelmed by spring
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whore.
(you were right. I shouldn't have looked.)
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