leere gassen

we spoke in ruined tongues. our words illegible. we were merely two disfigured kids holding hands in the dark, as if this was our only unspoken connection. and i wanted to feel the pain you had whispered about moments before. and the back of the truck was cold and you had put your head down and all i wanted to do was move across the flat bed and lift your head up, and kiss you right there with nothing but the city street in movement.


sehr lange her. 

26.1.07 16:21

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