Andreya,
will you marry me?
Will you let me make
nests of sticks
and bubblegum
wadded together by spit
in your arms?
Please say yes,
I have drifted
into *******
of your voice,
and spurn the day,
when I cannot hear your voice
that rips my heart
to
peices.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 10:20 AM UTC
Andreya,
will you marry me?
Will you let me make
nests of sticks
and bubblegum
wadded together by spit
in your arms?
Please say yes,
I have drifted
into *******
of your voice,
and spurn the day,
when I cannot hear your voice
that rips my heart
to
peices.
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