I cannot tell you
how many times I have imagined
putting a knife to your throat,
how bright my smile gets
when I think it,
how I flush with heat.
Every time, you tell me
how beautiful I am,
and you marvel
at the life in my eyes,
as I imagine
extinguishing yours.
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Now this might be the definition of ‘hurts so good’…
well Jones, i’m flying across the pond shortly. wish me well would ya.
Thank you much, Lewin!
Enjoy your flights. LOVE your trip. Have the best of times, be furiously happy, and take a thousand pictures, and come home renewed.
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