I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
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I can't see any further into your eyes than anybody else. Your last man said he could see galaxies in them. They're pretty, but I can't see no stars. Maybe that's why I'm right for you: I won't lie to you just to see what's in your soul.
I kind of like this, and also it reminds me of "her eyes don't sparkle."
ReplyDeleteI thought of it when I wrote it. I guess I'm developing terrible terrible patterns.
ReplyDeleteRobert Browning today, then?
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