Ice on your lips. Snowy breath huff, huff, hearts twined this way. Cut off the blood, turn it slushy. Burns the roofs of our mouths. Don't forget that song. Don't forget me.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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Ice on your lips. Snowy breath huff, huff, hearts twined this way. Cut off the blood, turn it slushy. Burns the roofs of our mouths. Don't forget that song. Don't forget me.
Posted by John D. at 11:22 AM
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