You are
an irresistible
heartbreak.
(I drench my hands in the blues
of your gloom; we'll be long gone
by the time the train of thought
ever leaves your bedroom)
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
You are
an irresistible
heartbreak.
(I drench my hands in the blues
of your gloom; we'll be long gone
by the time the train of thought
ever leaves your bedroom)
Lust, my dear, was the deadliest of the seven.
Theseus, oh boy.
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