Thursday, March 20, 2008
grapes of wrath
There are a million miles from where I am and where I want to be; (and I don't mean geographically.) Sometimes, when I write fast, I don't go back to dot my i's. I imagine one day I'll meet someone who will kiss me on the shoulder while I wash the dishes just because. The phrase "of champions" should follow most words.
I miss the way I used to be.
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