Thursday, September 23, 2010

Breaking the mold, or vice versa?

Me, howling: "Dead love, tell who killed you!"
Her: "If I remember it, will do!
But I fear I am going to
Fast disappoint you:
I'm sure I died chugging that milldew."
Posted by The Only Bee in Your Sonnet at 12:31 AM

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