backyard crowing
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kissing you
i found this written in my anthropology notes:
"seven minutes left...
i saw him today. he still smells the same."
hmmm. robson. leila has asked me a couple of times if i'm still friends with him, which leads me to believe that he (or the messenger raul, or some other tenth floorian) has asked HER that. so i tell her, knowing that she will go tell someone else, that i am still friends with him, that it was no big deal, and that we're amicable even if we don't hang out or talk much. well, ever.
i wrote this poem about him:
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kissing you
today as we were laying on your bed
the television talking some nonsense
you asked me,
as you are curiously accustomed to doing,
what i was thinking
what was i thinking?
i blushed and hesitated
as most girls might
i don't talk much you see
(i think you understand that much about me)
and after a period of
f i v e l o n g s e c o n d s
i decided to reply
kissing you
thought i'd try
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this is one of the things i'm not looking forward to telling mom i need for next year's photojournalisim class:
STUDENTS MUST PROVIDE THEIR OWN 35-MM SINGLE-LENS REFLEX CAMERA THAT CAN BE OPERATED UNDER MANUAL MODE AND WITH OFF-CAMERA FLASH.
3:37 pm - Sunday, May. 14, 2006
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