Thursday, December 29, 2005
we'll laze around decide what to wear.
what to put on just to take off, at the end of the night in someone elses room. you lean over and light my cigarette, the tip sizzles into action, sending its haze to cloud the view. but amber lights are always better i said. but now i wasnt so sure, because the lights are off. never knew i would end this night, with your knife in my back, and a t-shirt to prove i was there.
James Barr at 8:39 AM
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your lipstick, his collar
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole 
i am james, you are stranger.. lets make love.
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Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full,
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