Wear it and think of me
A forgotten token
No words between us
left unspoken
But your jealousy
would not allow my discrepancies
Pain is imminent, yet we allow it
The predictable thud of the monogamous heart
Why do you think we'd be better in a box?
Pasted with forced whimsy and childish effects
I don't want to be missing anybody
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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