She killed me
Not with a gun
Or a dagger
But with a glance
That left me wondering
At the origin of her deadly weapon.
I didn’t bleed
Or scream in terror.
I just melted
Into the mess I was.
To remain that way forever
A puddle of filth, in a dingy corner.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Sheer genius...
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