Girl #9

You are a thing that’s nice to think of sometimes – a moment of nice times from half recalled past lives that could have been dreams or a movie I saw. You looked like winter – your hair smelled like fall but now please thing don’t flatter yourself anymore – it was a fling and the back of my door is a sight that’s reserved for other slight sprites to pass through like ghosts in the dark of the night.

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~ by perfectionatrix on April 19, 2011.

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