please_remember_to_forget_me raze sweet love little trickles through the cracks she has risen from the ashes of the old love the one we set on fire late last june the idea was just to send a warning but the wind took hold of the flame & the rest, as they say is a story not worth telling to anyone sweet mary, mother of george do you know what it is to gorge yourself on cheap perfume & homemade wine? i wonder myself sometimes every kiss, a brushfire in your stomach every touch, a cruel reminder of your ashen love 080406 what's it to you? who go blather from