this troubled lie between us is a roof leaking into my cornered ego the bed is a platform and a stage heaped with covers and daylight is the enemy of all the decaying secrets
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I'm depressed about your anger.
I'm angry about your depression.
Strawberry ice-cream forever. It did taste good, that can't be stricken
from the record...
1 comments:
whe're you gonna write some more on your blog, huh?
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