Oct 18, 2004 01:05
talking to the boy...
i hate the boy
i love the boy
i need........
i need for these words not to cut
and when they do, for them to merely scratch
i cant take it i cant take it i cant take it anymore
says the midnight minestrone mistress
i miss the time when i thought the beanie eyes where a part of my eternal green.
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