Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Today

The feeling of miniscule bubbles sliding up my spine
And around my ribcage
Racing upwards with the exhales

And recognizing distant voices
Are all

Little pleasures

Last night, in sleep, I kissed your cheek
And you couldn't finish your sentance

posted by Unknown @ 8:34 PM

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