
he told me, stealing other people's lines was not a crime, but an indulgence
that should not be taken so lightly
And then he said
"Both of you are living with hypocrisy's lament"
And then;
I spoke to Rebecca again, but i think she is moving
A few months away from the anger will rot her soul
But prehaps she will have a rest from the melancholic addictions
And anyway,
she told me the colour was running out.
But that's not the end,
there is always some more, and some more, and some more
Her hand clasps like elastic; oh how i love it
That night on the edge of the cliff with the light and the stars and the music
but that is all i can offer you today, sir
Oh! Elizabeth, your cheekbones are the definition of beauty,
but won't you stop with those words
Forget it, Lizzie dearest,
Happy Birthday <3
I hope everyone had a good day. I definately did, just not so much at the moment.
Oh well, i should quite moaning.
hannah
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