Wednesday, December 17, 2008

no studying.

The sun's last rays tucked themselves behind the mountains. Day fleeting. Day leaving. Walking side by side. Cool air like a mint breeze. A woman.

She said: "You two look like young love."

We laughed. The sun died and it was given a sacrifice like a virgin who has been fucked a million times by the tricksters of the night.

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