Ghost In A Sheet
by e.campagna
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
You played your fiddle, and I stomped my feet. I pulled out my hair and paced back and forth. You just laughed and tilted your chin.
Then you walked over, handed me the remote and kissed my cheek.
I smiled, while a tear feel to the floor, and I said "I promise, I'll never love you the way I do the movies."
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