Monday, March 30, 2009

To the Trifecta



Laundry detergent, cologne, coffee, weed, water , tv sounds, a couch, warm bodies.

I slept there and left feeling like a whore

I check my e-mail obsessively to see if you're written back.
I'm posting to see if you'll reply.
I walk past your place, and I cross the road so I can stare through your windows.

Why am I doing this?


But please call me back.

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