The girls on my flooded dream streets
twirl their hair and flaunt their feet,
asking me to touch them in inappropriate places,
when I only want to touch their faces.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
A Strange Kind of Weakness
The girls on my flooded dream streets
twirl their hair and flaunt their feet,
asking me to touch them in inappropriate places,
when I only want to touch their faces.
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