June 6, 2007

Fallen

I met her: her name is Karen.  And I love her, la la la la.

I saw her across the floor.  She kissed me with her heart.

I want more more more.  She gave it to me.

She’s from Barcelona.  She’s Catalan, hurt me.

We are innocent.  Perhaps we take gelati.

I hold her in my heart.  For as long as she can stand.

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