sweet nothings

June 17, 2012
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unrequited

love, it is the searing

monster mouth of hell dreams

that plague me on sleepless nights.

it isn’t supposed to make sense,

is it?

laying

on

vast stretches of

echoing echoing echoing caverns

you and I can

only

utter sweet nothings





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