airheaded spring madness
your lips are nettles,
your tongue is wine,
your laughter's liquid,
but your body pines.
i'm also going to write a space drama about boy and girl trapped in a space ship. they wake up, with a partial amnesia (maybe?) everyone else is of course dead and they don't know what the hell happened. drama and tragedy ensues. note to self: they wear similar costumes to those featured in sunshine.
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