Sunday, January 10, 2010

Dour Boudoir

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
The Killers (Robert Siodmak, 1947). Don't forget to change the sheets.

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