sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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his eyes tell me otherwise

it's unconscious effort, really.
always ending up downtown,
always waking up to
gaudy window treatments or
no windows at all.
we laugh at the sunrise we
laugh at the feline we
laugh at everything it seems and
maybe I'm forcing this or
maybe I'm not but I do know that
his skin tastes like home but
his eyes tell me otherwise.

6:22 PM - October 26, 2002

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