My girl friend wanted a nose job. So I tried.. But er nostrils weren't big enough. more »
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Grabbing onto thin air, hoping to suck in every molecule and make beauty of it.
Your knees on my shoulders, crushing me down to the ground, as I crawl towards you shattered and disgraced.
May be your hands are there just because I stretched out mine first. May be all they do is tremble.