i'm premurder syndrome ~
her little teeth laugh
then she cries out
making love
love
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but no pride in the lie ofthe other's self pity, twisting herself on a sheet of her own lies. its how it goes with some , they tickle the sheet so hard, nothing but juice "waterworks" comes . ringing raining down hard time.
oh poor me, they whisper playin' tougher than they are , or can be . when what they want to do, is stop being drunk, and love a man.
instead they stand in pride's ego.
or plaster their mouths with dope and shit
.
is that desire? i dont think,a nymore than self-pity is.
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So night is sleeping.
Sleepin'
Not love ~
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2~
is
2~
is
imagine
Imagine. or I imagine finding your garter belt,
on the street say,
picking it up
bringin' it home ~
it's what i have
that's all,
just that,
i take it
to bed
with me
kiss it
hold it
tight
clenched
is that the word
our bodies
two lovers
via
a garter belt
there's even amazingly
a scent of you
traced there
i scent it
there
perfumed into me
as i fall & fall ~
sleep comes then
entering the body of you here over astral
