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[Apr. 8th, 2003|05:14 pm] |
your narrow head, all teeth and nose of course I know I follow you everywhere to all the cities in your trips I writhe in your chair blamed for all your frequent showers or so I hope
I want to make you shake with migraines and regret sweat out and stutter while you gnash your words and mince your fingers while I squint and stare and control you without even trying.
Do the remembering for both of us and remind me of them later splash them in my eyes when time sluices through my skin
you're the rumbling in the distance growing hair, gathering faster pitch everything and come to me
come to me please, oh god
-PooPoo, Esq. IV |
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