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By sassy Date: 2005 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.05.11.45.2158]] |
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When you left, part of me knew I wouldn't suffer long, you couldn't stay gone. You came over to talk last night, we got in the car (you let me drive) and I drove us to the beach in Rye. The night was cold but you were warm and we watched the banks of fog roll in off the sea. I told you no one would see us if we f*cked in the fog, over there behind that boulder. I was right and you groaned and laughed when I zipped you back up and you said "this, crazy girl, this is why I can't let you go." |