April 08, 2004


I've dreamed of a young boy sitting in the crowded crossroads of puberty,
gazing at his own image in a broken piece of mirror in hand and beg
passersby for love.
Then I've seen him somewhere different and lonely, he was making love to
blonde girls in the magazines.

The morning after, she left me...

Posted by Shervin at April 8, 2004 07:17 PM
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