Jun 02, 2005 04:00
stolid stare says something's sour watch the hands tick past the hours living room couch uncomfortable I stare - the pictures - youre beautiful. (kill her, she's the one) envy tucked in envelopes a birthday gift i nearly choked we tore them up and burned together laughing and dancing atop the embers. (kill her, she stole the sun)
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