Sunday, November 11, 2012

where does the good go

Early sunday mornings
paying off pimps with shots
of tequlia and wedges of lime '
in my cold winter morning kitchen
its 5oclock somewhere
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  1. AnonymousDecember 4, 2012 at 1:53 PM

    Pulse beats faster when your around. Eyes blink less so I can see more of you. Mouth shuts more often as you are teaching me to listen. It was my intention to find someone who could understand the rhythm that is the beating of my heart. We are now dancing to the rhythm of the music.

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