August.
august is when it all ran down my face. that wonderfully warm flavor spilled onto me. and i forgot until you said something. you wanted me to wipe it from my face and i wanted to bath in it. now i'm drowning and you're laughing again.
this is me.i was writed on 2002-03-23 at 6:37 p.m.
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