cold enough for gloves

her hands were never meant to be held in summer.

((picture's mine this time.))

he runs his fingers

down the spine of the book
and pretends that it's yours.

((photo not mine.))

could you hear me one more time?

and put your fingers on my spine.

((image and lyrics not mine.))

green-eyed girl

with henna'd fingers.

i watched her pray all night.

ah, michigan.

i can't say it was love. maybe we'll be better off as friends.

food was all right though.

and the company was great.

i'm on a death trip, baby

i love my little baby like i love my old machine.

men i love

((ali))

((kocoum))

((baba))