The artist formerly known as SlipThruCracks. Yeah, you missed me. It's okay. I missed me, too.
I wrote some, in my interim. So everything with a number as a title is what I wrote while I was gone.
soundtrack of a
bigscreen story of
everything working out in the end
blaring delightedly in her
vaguely disinterested face.
the skin of his arms was
hot enough to burn.
all that her corazón
had to say to her was:
why doesn't he put
his arm around me?
and all that her cabeza
had to say to her was:
why
should he?
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Written on 2006-05-15 at 02:24
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I wrote some, in my interim. So everything with a number as a title is what I wrote while I was gone.
four.
it was very cold,soundtrack of a
bigscreen story of
everything working out in the end
blaring delightedly in her
vaguely disinterested face.
the skin of his arms was
hot enough to burn.
all that her corazón
had to say to her was:
why doesn't he put
his arm around me?
and all that her cabeza
had to say to her was:
why
should he?
Words by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
Read 572 times
Written on 2006-05-15 at 02:24
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