Counselor Bob
"I got a helicopter pad on the roof, and snipers in the other building to make sure no one steals my helicopter."
A tick of the clock
And then she died from a stroke of genious...
Two people sitting across a room is one thing, one doesn't want to leave, one can't make the other stay
Two people sitting next to each other on a bed, is all it takes, to stop thinking, stop talking. If one wasn't so beautiful the other could step away. But doesn't. Time can stretch when you stretch out on a bed, a rise and fall of lips like the ocean. Waves don't stop, they just have peaks and valleys, calm valleys and peaks that crash over you and make you tumble, make you cold, make you wet.
One wants to stop before everything crashes.
One wants to build a home lifting stones from each others chests.
Two people sitting across a room is one thing, one doesn't want to leave, one can't make the other stay
Two people sitting next to each other on a bed, is all it takes, to stop thinking, stop talking. If one wasn't so beautiful the other could step away. But doesn't. Time can stretch when you stretch out on a bed, a rise and fall of lips like the ocean. Waves don't stop, they just have peaks and valleys, calm valleys and peaks that crash over you and make you tumble, make you cold, make you wet.
One wants to stop before everything crashes.
One wants to build a home lifting stones from each others chests.
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