Thursday, 31 January 2008

Accoutrement

But lovers are like umbrellas arent they?
They're like gloves
They cover you up, they keep you warm
They look so good, they fit so nice
they shield you.
Then you leave them on a train
You think, 'How did I manage that?'
And 'I didnt lilke them anyway.'
Or 'I've lost them.'

-Marnia

3:39 pm

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