Jun 2015
You told me the sky was your favorite poem.
"What do you see?"
Silver switchblade eyes cut the horizon into dozens of little clouds.
"I see a crib and a graveyard."
Why?
"Because if you'd think a little harder my love, you'd understand the true meaning of 'this place is both my home and my coffin.'"
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"What do you see?"
Silver switchblade eyes cut the horizon into dozens of little clouds.
"I see a crib and a graveyard."
Why?
"Because if you'd think a little harder my love, you'd understand the true meaning of 'this place is both my home and my coffin.'"
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I'm depressed again.
How fitting.
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How fitting.
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