i won't write a poem
about how i feel so alone
i won't sing a verse
to reveal my heart's darkest curse
instead i'll confess
that which i most need to express
instead, i'd like to use this space to pray to the ether to grant me the nerve to buy a 15.4-inch core 2 duo macbookpro. that would be really awesome. thank you. kiss kiss.
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