...and i didn't even know his name.
it was wild.
it felt like fire.
later that night i killed him.
i took his money and i bought shoes.
no pants.
no hat.
no socks.
no shirt.
just knickers and my new pumps.
xoxo
- 2010
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For some creepy reason. I still like this. ;)
ReplyDeletei was about to write something similar but no where near the same, makes sense. But then i was like, Aw, I will check my wife's blog. :)
Thankyou wifey <3
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