This Tastes French
I wrote this for you, and will write this for me. It will be for us. It is a gift.
Friday, July 8, 2011
You Say That Love Is Blind, So Why Didn't You Miss?
There's something there that wasn't there before. I think you feel it too. It's warm, and smooth, and tastes like iron.
It's the tears of the heart that you stabbed so many times in the past.
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