fire door
On the hotel floor, it was more than your body I wanted to explore. We sang DiFranco, stumbling over words. My best friend above, hoping she hadn’t heard. We fell asleep, drunk on alcohol and more.
I wrote this while sober, outside, knocking on your fire door.
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Keep up the good writing, and we can start a poetry slam. It was pure and true and i love it
susie said this on August 17, 2010 at 12:35 am |
It was a good night.
packphour said this on August 21, 2010 at 2:16 am |