Oh do I believe in dandylions?!
Surely Mother Noose knows me better
than that! And wrapped in gauze, I'll
find all my wretched worries. I would
shed a tear for yesterday, but it's best to
let some days go unmourned. If "God" had
a child, it'd be named cliche. Read More »
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My dear Cliche,
By Guest - Posted on April 19th, 2008
