The Flavour of a Smudge
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Unadulterated
Pure love, like anything else
Falls flat
Unused dysfunctional sense
Like pure gold.
You can't wear it.
Like pure iron.
You can't use it.
Like pure water
You just can't drink from it.
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