He leaned his elbow on my table, cigarette in the air, sulky little beast. A frivolity with a puce scarf. Small ears tight against his head; thick hair swept high. All pout and endless upkeep.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
About Me
- Name: the Bay
- Location: San Francisco, California, United States
poet, meanderer, artist, single, pasta lover. decidedly on the quiet side, but affable enough.
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