Sunday, October 17, 2010

The One With The Bouquet Of Freshly Sharpened Pencils.


Dear Lover,

I'd like a man.
Who quotes things I've said.
While in casual conversations with his friends and coworkers.
The silly things.
The sentimental things.
Like they mean something to him.
Like he carries my words with him wherever he goes.

Love,
Me.

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