Thursday, September 9, 2004SeparationMemories of you littered across the white cool countertop, classic the unopened bills waiting to be pried by busy fingers, neglected your voice on the machine hauntingly accurate, as I punctuate your laugh, accordingly your smell, intoxicating as meretriciously I comb through your belongings,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 6:38 PM Comments (9) (permalink) |
