Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Road to Hell is Paved With Good Intentions

they sat in a poorly lit basement with small windows and a red bench. he effectively seduced her with a black guitar and piercing eyes that she couldn't look at. later, in a sun-warmed kitchen, they smiled.

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the seasons rolled backwards, and they stood outside under heavy snow with cigarettes clutched between their frozen fingers.

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