Apr 08, 2008 20:09
her angel voice can sugar coat my eardrum until the day I die from diabetes. her curly hair must have libraries of stories to tell because I've been lounging in her life for years now, and I still always lose my page. her colored nails blind me just long enough to make me miss our exit every time.
I wish I had a girlfriend I could write poetry
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(i'm pointing to my cooter)
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