December 2010
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I dont know a lot of things
but i know that i like the way you say my name
and touch my hip in that certain way like the fall leaves touching down after their sad fleeting journey
just ever so lightly, your eyes not quite meeting mine.
i dont know a lot of things
shy wouldnt be the word
your toungue would most easily stutter over
but your teeth can chatter around a cigarette, and your lips...
Difficulty.
As a perhaps obvious sidenote, I have no clue how to work this thang. I shall fiddle for some time, disregard pretty much everything that is produced from aforementioned fiddling. Might wanna disregard everything after as well…whatever.
