there's a band-aid on my finger
where you cut me yesterday
slicing rotten pieces
of my vegetables away
you didn't even notice
it's your sweet nearsighted way
so no drama was enacted
and i had no need to say--
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
there's a band-aid on my finger
where you cut me yesterday
slicing rotten pieces
of my vegetables away
you didn't even notice
it's your sweet nearsighted way
so no drama was enacted
and i had no need to say--
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