i held him last night and i thought that it would be fate he's perfect, and i hope i'm not being obstructive but i'm on cloud nine its less than destructive after floating around forever maybe acting too clever being buried in the sand, acting like i knew everyone's hand despising life playing russian roulette and walking away before the snake eye looks directly at me and than i die and i'm falling for him and yet i feel so far away i don't know but i'll try it anyway and i am going downtown and yes i'll still be around.
Reason for writing:
this one is about terrence. three weeks ago, rose and i went the way of the buffalo. so that ends that.
Birth sign: Aries
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