Fist in the Mouth
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Poems
I didn't think Wal-Mart could be cute until we stumbled through the aisles drunk together.
Refusal to Sleep on a Winter Night
It's even colder to slip into bed without you. I'm staying up.
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