Saturday, 5 November 2011

Secret admirer

It want's you, like you dare not want yourself.. it hides under your bed and you don't notice till it leaks into a moon stain and you can't not look.. It likes you, the way you can hardly imagine.. It hides in a special gift-wrap of things that make you cringe till the gift leaks into a sound stain and you can't not hear or a sight that you can't not see.. unless you double-dare not want or can hardly imagine..

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