You taste like salt and sunshine

listen mr. cute sweater you are all kinds of a sugar	Cowgirl's Dirty Dream	I'm ok, you're ok, that's ok, ok?	What is the purpose of metaphor if not to describe women?
an Angel herself	Grace and Fury walk with you, call each by name when the other has failed	I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips	She favors black bras
A bee hiding up in that flower	I need these blue and black halos for comfort, to remind me where I am, who I am, when I am	The Jayhawks	The Salted Wife
f-hole	Getting hit by a woman	I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking	Blasted By Autumn Winds
And the sad thing is, I know what's going to kill me	The vanity of a woman demands that a man be more than a happy husband	Don't touch that dial	Synesthesia
Glass Houses	I like hearing you talk. It doesn't matter if I don't understand.	Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" and Keats' "To Autumn"	Happiness ... Is Not a Fish that You Can Catch

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