Sunday, January 14, 2007
its the secret smiles she passes, across the dining table.
its the way her skin brushes yours. its the way she swirls, and falls, so delightfully. its she, and shes everything.
James Barr at 6:25 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
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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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