by Sonja Nitschke
Her kisses were cherry flavored syrup.
She sure is breath taking, isn't she?
He couldn't find the inhaler because it was buried under all the other orange bottled caresses.
She just takes my breath away.
He was found beside empty prescription bottles this morning. His kitten licked his hand and looked forlorn.
"He's dead, Jim."
Monday, June 23, 2008
Chick Habit
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