She served me a love Afghanistan-ed and sauteed too long in melancholy melodies. Garnished with crisp calumniation,
She served me Rodger and Hammerstein dreams dipped in polite deception
She served me scores of hors d'oeuvres that filled main course desires temporarily
She served me cunctation cocktails; sweetly slipping sly soliloquies. Dining here frequently...
She served me thin veneers, sheer strips of coated facades
She served me eluded security
She served me broken maybes
She served me filet-ed and open faced, contaminated for future lovers
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
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