my gut is in your mailbox
the beast has slayed the beauty
she talked too much, and smelled too sweetly
for his liking.
i drank the vial labeled "drink me"
and ate the cookies labeled "eat me"
but nothing happened
the magic's gone
I am
gone
Saturday, April 11, 2009
April 6th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 8:11 PM
Labels: life, photography, poem, relationships
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