she stands outside
as ice on the veranda
she knocks on
the heavy wood
hoping to
knock
some
sense
into
him
but he just laughs, says:
"sweetheart,
there's no such thing as sweet."
she stands outside
as ice on the veranda
she knocks on
the heavy wood
hoping to
knock
some
sense
into
him
but he just laughs, says:
"sweetheart,
there's no such thing as sweet."
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