OVER A CUP OF COFFEE, WE INVEST OUR EMOTIONS LIKE TIPS, OR IN RUSSIAN ROULETTE, PRANCING THROUGH THE CHANCES OF OUR LOVE LIVES. THE BOY NEXT TO ME, SITTING LIKE A GENTLEMAN TWIRLING THE TEAIN THE WHITE, WHITE CUP, MY RED LIPS GIVE A SHY SMILE, PAINING THE CORNERS, BLUSHING THE CHEEKS. IT'S CAPABLE OF GAMBLING, I GAMBLE WITH EMOTIONS, "I GIVE YOU TEARS, YOU GIVE ME JOY" I MANUFACTURE FEELINGS, I AM A DEMON OF LOVE THAT SHATTERS HEARTS. I AM PATHETIC, I AM UNDENIABLE. AM I LOVE? MAYBE NOT. BUT FORME, HE SITS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, HIS OCEANIC BLUE EYES, SIT BESIDE HIS TALL, TALL NOSE, LIKE PINNOCHIO, HIS CHIN IS LIKE THE NUTCRACKER- STERN, SHINY, WOODY. HE'S A LIAR, A THIEF, AND TOOK ALL MY GAMBLING GADGETS WITHOUT PERMISSION. HE'S MY JIMMY VALENTINE, MY STUPID URSULA WHO TOOK MY VOICE TO YELL AND CALL FOR THE POLICE. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TOLD THEM ANYWAYS? THAT HE TOOK MY FEELINGS AWAY? I WAS A PROSTITUTE ANYWAYS, WEARING JEWELS OF POMEGRANATE, AND A LAUREL WREATH ON MY BLACK, BLACK HEAD.
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Mountain Souvenirs- A collection of Emotions
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