الاثنين، 29 أغسطس، 2011

(Awaiting Her I'd Die (by Faleeha Hassan

Looking, as usual I was for the moments she comes hoping it would be so soon. Since I was made, I've never enjoyed but the taste of her fingers feeling my pores.

How be it that she doesn’t realize the terror I feel as she leaves, and how I reject that by standing still at the moment her toes would step onto the congealed asphalt of the street? ... Full Story

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