Friday, December 23, 2005

bibliophile falls in love,plagiarism takes hold, leads to eyesight destruction, lovers commit suicide pact

every word i said to you was beautiful it was startling in its originality and perfect to describe you.
it was stolen.
i have only words and other people's words, mostly other people's words. if you were to do some research...man, would you be surprised. i know a cerebral when i see one and you became mine. you won't ever know, you're not the well-read kind.

it's attention to detail. i have it, the poets have it, thieves have it, love has it.
we have it.

i wrote you a love letter full of sparkling infinity and you told me you liked my handwriting. go figure.

you play every character in my head, interesting is interested. isn't it sweeter than anything else in the world...the way i steal for you, my love...you better think about it baby.

this is something infinitely better. what you don't know can make me brilliant. i'll never be discovered as long as i'm your lover because you are many things but none of them is a diligent reader.

time well spent. i'm gonna
break it loose gonna keep it moving wild gonna keep it swingin baby i'm a well read child.

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