23 July 2009

sweet, press your cheek against this wall...

How I long for someone to write on a wall for me...

(I'm still devastated that you never asked me to stay.  If you had, I would have listened.)

"But you're beautiful, Carol.  Your skin, your long neck...the back, the line of you.  You're why cavemen chiseled on walls."
~as good as it gets~

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