Dear Brebre. Your kisses fill me up like the chocolate devotion we devour on the coldest nights when I beg you for ice cream and you always say yes. They freeze in my brain, perfect. And it's just now they're melting. Dripping sticky out my ears. Trailing down my neck. Reminding me that i miss you. That I'm hungry.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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