by Zach King-Smith
Love is
a funny thing
to deal with.
I lost it
once and
it made me
sick for months
afterwards
and then I
found it once
again in the
hospital with
a girl who
wore a white
gown that
parted in
the back.
I hope I
don't have
to go back
and lose it
again.
They'd
lock me up
for sure the
next time.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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