Apr 24, 2006 22:06
beast are bombarding my brain again tonight
it should worry me but it doesn't
it wasn't
mean
to be.
screaming words
staining
inside.
my stomach eats itself in
twisted plans
of never.
hit me with the switch.
i am not your little
bitch.
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i think that you mean to be with, like when a dog pisses on a hydrant saying it's his. you are tricky and i like it. i like so much that i might just let you piss on me. but can we call it a tinkle?
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ONE YEAR MAMACITA!
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