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20041220

i only miss you when i'm horny.
i only need you when i'm lonely.
well, now doesn't that make two of us?
forgive me if i ever said you were worth a fuck.

compassion
sleeps this drunken night away.
titilation
works its way from your throat to your chest.
attention
takes its spotlight off your pretty face.
deliverance
huh uh-uh, death is what you crave, baby.

you can keep the rotten fruits
that you pick.
if they can be fooled
off the branch with your tricks.
three years of perfecting, lonely.


Comments:
fuck you
-me
 
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