unraised moles. let's just call them freckles. hair cut. part left. happy on the west coast. coat fell. heart swells. draped across the sofa. sleep well. i feel you've ruined me forever. i don't want to sound trite but you are perfect, the way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic. i wish that you would kiss me 'til the point of paralysis, the way i flail my arms in front of you, it just embarasses. i'll never turn my body clock back, think about the things i'm glad i left out ... some things are best left unsaid ...
