Monclerwoodbury Commons Stores

Come on baby put out my fire.

* This morning I received the letter which you write
Take care of me and I thank you
That you'll come to me and stuff and we love each other
"And the flowers watered once a week" *

It's over.
I extinguished the fire with bombs tear
who consumed the last fuel
reduced my last ashes to nothing.

I even stopped smoking.
Suddenly, the smell of cigarettes is unbearable
and taste on my lips was like a corpse.

gonna.
I think it will. I have a few hiccups
you, sometimes turning a
address, street or subway
a bed, a hard
turning a command to the Japanese in
low when the salmon sushi is suddenly the taste of you.


I promise you I promise to be good
live my life quietly without never break my cage
to wrap
trouble and wait until
and never expect too great tomorrows.


I promise you I promise to bring myself to
flash in the pan without lightning fires
mathematics
happiness on the cheap, the tactics
I promise to give
to let me do, to be loved
let me touch
and cede my place near the stove.

I promise you everything and anything you want but do
m'étincelle
more if you're afraid of fire and its extent

You have been my last chance
You have been my last Don
You were my incineration.