domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

She eyes me like
a pisces when
I am weak
I've been locked
inside your
heart-shaped box
for weeks
I've been drawn into
your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

HEY! wait - I've got a new complaint forever in debt to your priceless advice.

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