unsure if love exist anymore after we've drifted.
Its like you're given a check, and it's forever pending.
The debt piles up just to get lifted.
You breaking my heart was a blessing.
Sporadic begginings, and spontaneous endings. unsure if love exist anymore after we've drifted. Its like you're given a check, and it's forever pending. The debt piles up just to get lifted. You breaking my heart was a blessing. zaak y
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Samuel Tillman
5/16/2015 09:30:13 am
I really like the idea of a bounced check as this love. All these promises on paper, piling atop the previous, to sustain the usefulness of the debt. Lovely poetry, friend.
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