Her kiss left an aftertaste you can't shake off. Bitter poison that was sweet; poison that flirted with your tastebuds, causing you to have it all at once, igniting the erotic side that you've suppressed for too long now. It's put you on a high, lusting for more of that taste... Poison. You could blame her, or you could fault the poison. But it doesn't matter: since the two are one. COFFEE.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
buying time - unbottled.
yesterday, i spent my day pleading with God for another day. By the end of the day, I got it. And that's how i spent my day - buying a day at a time.
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