11.11.2007

you are
whats for dinner.

tearing your skin with my giant teeth i smile at the glory of your end.

i have little patience.

i have little time.

but for you i will give 1,000 seas.
1 million kisses.

1 billion lovers for every occasion.


so let me in, you man, you.

and leave me the left side of the bed.

because i'm moving in.

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