Wednesday, May 11, 2011
bridge
ill be his dinner if he feeds me/ill be his future if he reads me/ ill be his blanket if he needs me/ ill be his rainy sunday evening/ ill be waiting in the dark / for him/ and singing in the park for him/ and watching all my swear words/ and pulling all his zipcords/ and cleaning his canary cage/ and making our bed
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