2012Mon02Jan

as estrelas são absolutamente sem cor

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Long
after his name
fails to spring to
her lips
when someone mentions
“love”

Still she remembers
exactly
where he keeps his
steak knives
.

Posted by metheany January 2, 2012 at 1:01 am

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