Thursday, October 19, 2006
my hands feel like two slabs of concrete rubbing against each other.
like skin on gravel, like gravel on skin. fuckin ezcema taking over my body.
James Barr at 9:39 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.
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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