Beauty and the Beast, live action.
When I was five I believed
Love was hidden in small off color television sets.
Is this the way everyone grew to know love?
Not the chaotic, kinetic and, beautiful
Madness that poisons us like too many whiskey sours.
Is this really, truly
Not the way it’s meant to be?
Love dancing wildly on your just washed sheets with muddy shoes?
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