"Do you think you could kiss me and pass me some of that youth?"
She asked, sprawled out on the bare floor, almost naked, almost asleep.
"I might have some to spare,"
He replied, thousands of miles away, holding her hand.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Self-Titled
at 2:05 AM
Flavors: Red Velvet Poetry
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