Blithe was a brunette with a
flip-of-the-hair uncaringness
her favorite finger was always
up in front of a sarcastic smile
pardon me for saying so... but
pardon you for misunderstanding
Blithe isn’t the one you bring
home through the front door
she’s the one who sneaks into
your window at night
the one you beg to stay as
she once again sneaks away
(Image from mister—s.tumblr.com)
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