-- bunch of grammatically challenged very short somewhat autobiographical impromptu stories that keep popping out --
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
your hand
your hand feels slightly rough. the sensation of touching your palm feels new. it beams affection, fright, and hope. it seeks assurance. i feel lost. i want time to stop.
This was beautiful, I really like the way your write
ReplyDeletetnx, and like the way you write:)
ReplyDeletethank you =)
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