"You smoke?"
"Yep."
"Can I bum a light?"
"Of course."
Hands touch. Spark. Flame. Electricity. Silence.
"Glad it's not raining."
"Me too."
Monday, July 19, 2004
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
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