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El sendero de la felicidad

The Path to Happiness.

Friday, July 11, 2008


I tilt my head back.
The swift steps of prostitutes and early joggers are easily confused
with an intoxicated notion of a sea breeze gone bad.
Too bad you don't think about me because I wish you did.
I wish I knew how to make you want me.
I wish, of all the tricks I know, I had that one up my sleeve.
But I don't, and I know.
Posted by nybarrak at 4:31 AM

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