Tuesday, December 1, 2015

7530. I'LL HAVE TO WRITE HOME ABOUT YOU

I'LL HAVE TO WRITE 
HOME ABOUT YOU
Now we've gone and done it. I know I can see the
future  - I'm going to have to write home about you.
We were supposed to last a minute -  the same
amount of time it takes the drain to flush. Water
trickling, to nothing at all. Now the drain pipe 
becomes my lovelorn heart.

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