Anything But Ordinary, Please.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
If Anyone Can Make Sense of It, I'll Give Him a Sixpence
The bloodstains haven't washed out of
my white tank top yet,
so the perfection of my coffee still makes it taste of salty tears.
God damn you, squirrel man.
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