when i hear about you my mind screams "i'm being too simple".

and i dance my two legged dance in the arms of a body built to society's standards. i am hum-drum and sleeping under painted ceilings with a buffalo head nickel collection under my mattress.

you make me want to do things your way; one armed driving and shirt buttoning and cooking. and i do. until i can't. but know, that you: can.

2002-03-07, 10:19 p.m.
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