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metallic syrup
shellacked
all over my back
from pushing myself
across the floor
with crooked tiles
he could never get it right
but it's not about him
or the cheap linoleum
through the puddle
to answer the phone
this is how I picture it
because the one time
I'd actually want to be alone
you'd decide to give a shit
and I know I couldn't resist
well isn't that just perfect.....
-anonymous
Last update: Tuesday, June 19, 2001 14:01
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