drip. drip. drip. that's the sink in the kitchen. that's iggy jr. the water logged iguana who is shrinking back to normal size. that's me inside wet from so many dreams. i can hardly feel myself think anymore. my stomach is in knots and i can't get them untied. i feel each corner with my right hand and i am blinded by your beauty. starstruck by what you give me. starstruck that you don't exist. are you there? are you around?

love is telling someone that you love them as much as you can. people forget. i never do. i always spread it around. why hide love when so many people don't have it?

i miss my cutie cambridge boy. will he ever return to the refurnished castle of diana? one day my prince will return. i hope he leaves the vintage. 
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