This Tastes French
I wrote this for you, and will write this for me. It will be for us. It is a gift.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Stop, Don't Touch Me There
Isn't it funny,
How one small drop of water
A tear, even
Can drown us?
And bring us spiraling down,
Into the watery abyss.
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