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vaginasquid) wrote2009-05-10 12:18 pm
vaginasquid) wrote2009-05-10 12:18 pm
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Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend...
Oh most perfect soul,
Why must you tease me with your ever changing itinerary? I am expecting you this morning, but the servants are a flutter that you've postponed your visit until next week. How can you expect me to survive when you, the beating heart within me, is half a world away?
I looked across the flats today, from the little window in the room where I am kept. I studying the wind, kicking up bits of white as it traverses the landscape. I could not help but to shutter, for the wicked blast reminded me of how cruel you have been to my poor, battered soul. I need you, like a drowning man needs oxygen, like an amputee needs her false leg to hobble about the world. Do not make me grovel for your affections, for I have no knees on which to beg.
I await your return with baited breath,
V.S.
Why must you tease me with your ever changing itinerary? I am expecting you this morning, but the servants are a flutter that you've postponed your visit until next week. How can you expect me to survive when you, the beating heart within me, is half a world away?
I looked across the flats today, from the little window in the room where I am kept. I studying the wind, kicking up bits of white as it traverses the landscape. I could not help but to shutter, for the wicked blast reminded me of how cruel you have been to my poor, battered soul. I need you, like a drowning man needs oxygen, like an amputee needs her false leg to hobble about the world. Do not make me grovel for your affections, for I have no knees on which to beg.
I await your return with baited breath,
V.S.