I am an unexpected turn around.
I am fetal behind your knees.
I am circular fingertips on your temples.
I am unwritten for a week.
I am your last thought.
I am unaware of Malibu burning and 30 car pile-ups.
I am gonna be so fucked if I don't stop eating take-out food under the covers with you.
Sunday, October 21
Bitch-slapped by love(?) let's call it LUV for now.
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4 comments:
aww, I love LUV...
mija, have you stopped working? are you too LUV'ed for that? when is he moving in? i'd kill for some take-out as long as it isn't mexican. climb out of the LUV-nest once in a while and drop yo mama a line.
good for you little chicken!
Hellow Stef!
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