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I know that I was walking towards that glowing ball of fire in your heart, but I got cold, and had to turn away. I forgot a jacket, and was stopped in my tracks by the whipping frenzied force. I still don't know if your glowing ball of fire would have allowed me in, but the windows closed now, and I have to wear a sheet around my house. I have to cut out eyes in my sheet, because I am a ghost of meat. I lost a drive for ladies love. Left alone to drink from mugs. Red Red Red, wet the bed, wiped it up with gingerbread. |