Saturday, October 18, 2008
Like a satellite
Who was I trying to kid, with your arm around my waist, your hand on my shoulder, my fingers curled around your wrist. I'd blame the alcohol if it wasn't for my insane sobriety. I'd feign oblivion if my motives weren't so crystal clear.Denial makes for immense confusion. The truth is simple
..albeit, inconvenient.
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