Musings at 1.50 am
Saturday, 5 November 2011
He ate my heart.
The heart wants what the heart wants. A painful chore.
She wants the paucity of a Kardashian Wedding.
She wants the agony of the pining heart.
She needs the rush, falling off a cliff.
She needs the caress, ribbons of moonbeam.
Stupid Bitch.
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