the end should be a good one.
well thought out.
climax and fall
collect and combine all pertinent details
and prepare for collapse.
there's no such thing as:
good byes
well wishes
relapses
or sweetness in schemes.
last cigarettes on tan vistas.
honesty in her eyes.
sweat filled exhortations and
broken contracts scrawled on little ears, unravelling like rockets
imported with ease.
the turn my hart took for the worse
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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