The Title


the title sounds more like a 1950's b-monster movie or ernest borgnine's biography than a 1994 mystery.
it sometimes feels slow and weird, but i think i like that better than fast and predictable.


Rosemary, love me til i melt,
put on that smile, rub your nose to mine, and let me feel your hands warm felt,
you know just what i want, what i need,
your love is so good, it's smothering me,
Rosemary, your arms are always open wide,
i couldn't resist your ways even if i tried,
i feel so welcome, so at home,
you make my blood run warm,
Rosemary, love me til i melt.

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