Apr 27, 2002 10:55
i have a new space. four new walls to scrawl on
you is usually indefinite: i feel too alive.
6:30 am, ten cent books.
i want to sit around and tell stories, about the things that make people's fingertips worn, that
dig the ravines in people's palms. i like (this one's definite) your company.
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