TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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06.09.03, monday morning
Blisters weep. You say you love me and I whisper good morning. Tomorrow will be different, I swear. I'm very clumsy right now. Teetering on burgundy pinup heels, I spill white wine at Catholic weddings. The (mis)measure of Sumatran coffee beans is my latest forte. Tomorrow will be different, I swear.