Funny
to be in her arms is the only thing keeping me here to exist, her hair flowing in the wind, she slowly spins around, moving so elegantly not with the slightest sound, looking in my eyes hers suddenly spark, stumbling back and trip over bark, closing in closer i see shes sober, traveling to the bar eating mars candy bars, sniffing the air and pulls back, she slumps near the rack, nothing much to see then she has to pee
Copyright © Brock Gamble | Year Posted 2012
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