Wood-panelled rooms.
Gilded moldings.
Tiled backsplashes.
Stainless-steel containers.
I grew my hair out like a wild animal.
Paul said I was like a daisy.
A pounded silver like a coin; international currency.
I don’t belong here.
I belong with you.
You can’t keep me from your heart.
I know you have one.
It’s a secret.
February 17, 2009...4:51 am
THIS IS THE EMOTIONAL BALLET; AND I’VE TRAINED
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