JEE-CRAWLING-HOVAH.
We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Swallow
Every time I think of you, it's as if I need to swallow my heart again.
It lifts and lifts and lifts.
Until I feel almost sick.
So I swallow.
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