Monday, February 14, 2011


Pretend the part about
death's just some story
someone made up.
Hold your breath

'til all your dreams come
true. Rest your weary
head in luxury's lap
to see if it cures

the headache. Do
as much as you can
to make the unthinkable
change its mind.

Sugar to taste and
slide into the oven.

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