"You left something in my room."
"Fuck, did I leave my glasses again?"
"No."
"Movies?"
"No. It's more than that."
"Corkscrew. I'll get it tomorrow."
"This can't wait like that."
"I don't have anything to open though."
You could open your mouth.
"What is it?"
"My heart."
"It's not mine."
"No. It is."
"When?"
"Always."
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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