Sunday, September 30, 2012

Dear Gym Crush,

It’s the spilt dinner on my linoleum floor,
A smashed finger in the front door,
Laundry that just won’t dry,
It’s the crack I tripped over as I walked by,
I could brush all of these little tragedies away,
If I just had the guts to talk to you today…

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