Blog by Hannah Frank
You're so hot.
You got the last shot.
You crime, you dine, you shine, you swine.
You're so cold.
You've got the gold.
You wake, you shake, you make, you create.
You've got nothing on me
You've only got
Something on yourself.
There is no proper time to make a proper edit to this page of life No sentence unscathed which behooves itself to avoid run-on No gerund to ...