Three Little Nothings

Fella hella fine

could thy conceive to be Mine?

I’ll just wait here then.

 

Potato, potato, How I love thee!

Doth thee love me?

So many things that we could be

.

As I stab thee with my love,

I can’t help but think

stab

stab

stab

 stab, stab.

Murder.

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