Pierre Franey's lover comes to call. If it were only that easy. The Seine is so far away. I must return someday. I no longer hold you attention, affections. No more a queen in your view. My psychosis fails to capture your care. I could fall away forgotten. For how long? Asks too much of the heavens. Tisk, tisk how I miss our lovelies. The sweet embrace of cuddlebugs. I mourned a death this morning. Creatine dopamine beauty queen. A day of too many words running loose. I round them up in fly paper. Better than them flying around my head. I am not your star on Tuesday. Oh cry, oh sadden. The day lengthens. Drawing out before me. Without you. Sculpt my artifice. A hundred paper candles. My only other a nightmare. Different but it looks the same.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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