Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

A blog about life, love and the smell that used to come from the trunk of my car, before it was stolen.

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28, single, comic book geek, that's me in a nut shell.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

You and me, we're forever flower children.
Dancing with flowers in my hair,
I told you i wished it could be so.

In my heart,
me and you, we're on a beach somewhere
skin warm to the touch
just hot enough for ice to melt on our lips

we're happy,
and everything else falls away,
we're safe
and no one will ever bother us again.

I watched you sleep, and wished it could be so.

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