Thursday, January 5, 2012


They were walking hand in hand, hairs n heads almost tangled in each others. They were happy, fuzzy, warm, darling hearts. One warm roll of pasta and a sip of cold, tangy vodka later, they were lovers. Hand on hip, waist, breast, hair and heart they rolled ahead to the eerie strikes of the drum beats floating in from far away. “You could leave me and go away but I would” said the thing. The other nodded and gave a warm kiss on the forehead. One terrible phone call conversation and twenty cigarettes later they were no more. But a very warm ray of sun shine fell through the sky onto the table on a ring that night.    

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