random in the middle
By if pascoe
she drops by dressed in plastic and stinking sweetly; says without you i can’t wait, the edges jade, and everything is too damn straight. so i crush her in my fingers and light her on fire. she turns the air into atmosphere; says these crazy days flow like waves and can you kiss me one more time like mary jane? i smile and throw her over the balcony. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 06:44 PM PST 0 • 10
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"she drops by dressed in plastic and stinking sweetly;..."