Thursday, February 09, 2006
"she tosses back another. her shaking slows to a stop. her voice loses its crushed-coke-bottle edge and goes husky, creamy with false confidence. shes on her way to getting as happy as she ever gets"
James Barr at 10:12 PM
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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.
13/f/sg
millionsopeaches@hotmail
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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