you, my wrought-iron wrist wrap,
and I, your cash cow;
you, my shameful steel shackles,
and I, your hollow host;

you, my parachuteless parasite:

I will take you
    down
         with
              me.


please leave.

01/07/2010

Author's Note: Such a dark number seven. My apologies.

Posted on 01/07/2010
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