Monday, November 12, 2007

Orange Juice.

Tender places. Worn out races.
Stumble over the tracks. Disillusioned. Curious.
Horny habits an the eternal hunt.
No dialogs. Just two monologues.

I like you.

I love you.

I want you.

I had you.

I hate you.

I forget you.

A queue without an end.
An end without a clue.

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