Rarely, rarely have I so severely, desperately wanted to slowly, menacingly hurt someone.
You are physically irrelevant but in my dreams you haunt me. Still.
I believe you are a metaphor for all of those who walked my steps before me.
It's just your face is accessible so it's the graphic my mind chooses.
Still. Your pretty little neck would look lovely with something tied tight about it.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Orange Red Browns Colored
Posted by Jessica at 10:22 AM 1 comments
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