novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the water polo player underneath a tree there is pain, there, when you realize she has kissed someone that you've always wanted to. i remember one day in high school during lunch period i followed him across the street to the mini-mall, meaning to turn into sav-on but kept walking farther and farther behind him to see where he'd end up. why the laundromat? i've always wondered. it's funny the things you remember about a person. the shrugging and the eyes, the sweet yearbook signatures. the wilting flower he set on my desk. she said he's changed now, much more outgoing and life-of-the-party. if i met him today would i like him? she couldn't answer. his hair has gotten longer and he doesn't use much tongue when he kisses. 1:02 am - 07.02.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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