Pacifist With A Gun

shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Paprika

Small of my back-
The colour of paprika.
If kisses left a mark,
This is the colour I imagine I’d see
All over me.
Posted by m j d at 21:40
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