When he telephones, I feel his voice in my veins. I want him to talk into me. I eat him, I breathe him, he is the sun. I wish I would stop lying so much.
In other matters of importance, I miss this:
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Nothing to Offer
at 12:01 PM
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