zooey_glass04 (zooey_glass04) wrote in pillow_book, @ 2007-10-15 08:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | pillow book, totally not a poem |
(Written on the back of a motel receipt and tucked under the pillow of Dean's bed. Sam's bed is piled with notes and weapons; it remains so the whole time they are staying there.)
You sprawl everywhere.
Drool on the pillow. Cling so
Close I can't move. Jerk.