You're pretty you make me sick
Finish your sentence so I can hate you
Deviated serpent
Anhile plager razor
Somewhere on the coast
Light catching your sunny sundress
For the cost of potatoes
Burrying hatchets in salty salt
Your plans to perfect the unintersted appearance is killing me
The flowing gown the loose gestures the bent neck
It's killing
Delivering some long story
In fourteen words or less
Her feet smelled like tofu
Her hair was a ratty mess
I'm sorry you
- nine more -
had to hear this
I've forgiven myself
I'm leaving
--
6.20.08
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