Twenty Past One

July 3, 2013

Intrusive thoughts.

You and I both.

Others don’t understand.

Well shame on them.

We have each other.

We can bask in the sadness together.

Others may scoff.

Well shame on them.

Zelda and The Master of Ceremonies.

It’s okay we could be here for each other.

I would like that very much.

Typical.

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