A last incinerating kiss, then
the exponential loss of bliss–
take my heart and divide by
you; leave me with poems and
warm anecdotes that I'll store
away like Marie Curie's notes:
still hot, still toxic, still true.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
A last incinerating kiss, then
the exponential loss of bliss–
take my heart and divide by
you; leave me with poems and
warm anecdotes that I'll store
away like Marie Curie's notes:
still hot, still toxic, still true.
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