Sunday, January 10, 2010
Can't count all the lies she had said
Her crackers left crumbs in my bed
But under the covers
She's the lover of lovers
Without her I'm better off dead.
Haunted Love Week
ends where it started, with a still from
(Robert Siodmak, 1947). Don't forget to change the sheets.
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