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By darwin Date: 2004 Apr 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.23.17.58.19581]] |
| it was slow, like a long drag on a cigarette. it was like that. when the ash is about to fall, and you try to catch it on time. it was like the smoke as it spiraled into the air, with it's curls and tails until it dissapates into everyone elses trail. it was like that shot of tequila as it burns it's way down your throat, that sense of exhilaration as your eyes water. it was that that first kiss, right before you know it is going to happen and your stomach felt knotted and torn with anticipation. it was that first touch, when his hand is almost on yours, and you edge closer so he can touch. it's that first sense of freedom when your on your own, scared wondering if you will fail, but balooning with pregnant hope for the future. yeah, it's like that. |