There's this rule,
that reverses.
The kind of nature I possess.
For not once have you seen me in color.
And on days like this...
I realize nothing.
Then, listen...
to my intently obscure manners of leaking.
I'm sloppy,
I'm not in it.
For you I may reconsider?
And, again,
the best I can do.
Layer upon layer,
the wood door opening;
THUD!
I've changed.
That much is true.
I've flopped.
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Big C, Just because i'm not commenting doesn't mean i don't read your blog: I do!
I certainly respect you for it. You're hot, witty, everything any guy would dream of. For the most part, we'll keep our lives seperate, but a whisper from your voice... would send me to heaven? What this means is, I thank you. As long as some people keep reading, I'll keep on writing.
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