he loves me in white cotton briefs. his fingers fidget methodically on my hip. i know behind his closed eyes it/s porcelain of a different kind beneath his hands. i can hear the melody.
you will never love me like i love you, i think
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a) i watched science of sleep last night. new fav. b) i want a red ear-flapped mexican-indian holden caulfield-style hat like him. c) i reread the giver last night. in. credible. d) i love colours.
/tis all.
(there/s some old guy in the courtyard of my apartments yelling to see if anyone has change for a twenty. i/m skerred.)