petty,
trite,
pretty, pretty spite
freeze-dried bar fight
three words...
sounds like...
inside
myside
pulled through
pushed new
How I do love you.
cigarettes, soap, screwdriver
my liver is a liar
you filter through just fine
in fact, you're quite divine.
trite,
pretty, pretty spite
freeze-dried bar fight
three words...
sounds like...
inside
myside
pulled through
pushed new
How I do love you.
cigarettes, soap, screwdriver
my liver is a liar
you filter through just fine
in fact, you're quite divine.
posted by sophie | 8:38 PM
1 Comments:
I'm divine?
Oh, thanks.
You are too.
No, you're exquisite, like these words called a poem.
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