Saturday, 10 April 2010


Suddenly it's a game and we don't know when it ends. You're out in the barn, swinging from the rafters, and I shout for you to come inside and stop acting like a child, but it starts to rain and the rain gets heavier until I can't even see you, and you shout that it's too late and I can't help and maybe I should find another girl to tease and twist and eventually get bored of.

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