Damnit
Fri, 28 Sep 2007 at 01:41pm
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I am overcome
Most of the time
By some solemn destructive
beauty
And some catchy little rhyme
Too distant
She walks
And giggles
At all the jokes
And kills with a crime
But how can I direct
Or suggest
without suggesting the
effect
I dejectedly project?
When she
With those glancing eyes
Is always one step closer
To another
guy
Wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait
Wait... go
Wait...
No
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