Tuesday, January 13, 2009

We wear no new shoes. That just wouldn't be fitting. Nothing about us is juvenile or inadequate or varnished or clumsy. We may not be glistening, but we're sure not damaged. We're elegant in only a way tired eyes can be. I'm a bit dusty and you're a tad smudged.

But man, I love the way you want me.

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