oh i don't know so much as i don't know.
you can never tell... even if you say so.
but
you can always repeal.
silently though.
i have no idea.
we both get
no vote.
we're just moving the furniture
i call you Mildred -
the walls plastered with snow and garters
we shuffle through
remains...
through
The Aperture
of Unseemly
Disquiet.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
oh i don't know so much as i don't know.
you can never tell... even if you say so.
but
you can always repeal.
silently though.
i have no idea.
we both get
no vote.
we're just moving the furniture
i call you Mildred -
the walls plastered with snow and garters
we shuffle through
remains...
through
The Aperture
of Unseemly
Disquiet.
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