Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Sylvia My Love

I met you one day, before I was born.
You smiled and quoted some bad poetry.
I made fun of you, but we laughed, and for a moment I fell I in love.
Then you died.
I wish I were older, perhaps I could've rescued you from Ted ....
Or probably, more likely, I would have destroyed your soul instead of your life.
I am evil.

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