Sunday, January 2, 2011

Always the Tramp...Never the Lady

A roll around on the bathroom floor.

A joke to tell afterwards,

about how it was,

about how it wasn't.

Or how you couldn't feel ANYTHING

until it was too late.

And now you can feel EVERYTHING.

Maybe if we knew then what we know now,

we could have stopped this where it lay.

In between the toilet and the sink.

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