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Made, I did this word yesterday didn't I? Made the bed so now I must lie in it, made a beautiful apple pie like Snow White with crinkly edges and a butter brown crust. Made music, made love. Made it to the show on time. Made it in New York, lights shining like the moon.
I am a maid I maid the bed. I always though French maids were really sexy, like the La Yogurt commercial which I never understood why this dolled up domestic was advertising glorified spoiled milk.
Strung out like a dingy white shoelace dangling down from the neonbluehighlighteryellow sneaker it leashes onto a crackly sweet electrical cable on Sedgewick in the Bronx , my dad says they mark death and/or drugs
The camera flashes brightly and suddenly; for a cell phone it's pretty powerful. I love the way it immortalizes the seemingly mundane moments and Mondays so that I'll always be able to look back, unless my phone drops suddenly from a coaster like it did in summer two years ago and I wasn't able to save anything