Qué pasaría, si nunca pasase nada?
A (photo)blog about life, love, loss, living.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The couch sighs a little squeak when I sit down. The leather is worn down, light shade of brown and soft as human skin. I light my cigarette and inhale the sweet scent. I have time. I wish not haste.
11/30/2008 12:55:00 AM
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