Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Sitting with the same people, laughing at the same people, she don't want to leave. Laughing at yourself for falling in dugouts in the sand. Old experiences come back in negative ways, everyone has something i guess. Marks where you don't want them. Scars that are easily seen by all. Weather doesn't let you cover them up, runs down the left of your back, i'll run my fingers by it's side for you. Ticklish. Always. Grab and roll, squeeze with thighs. White being the colour of the day, throw in different shades. Green on the wrist and on the twelve centimetre lift off. Perfect weather to be with the perfect you. Another time perhaps.

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