Name Unknown

Aug 22, 2004 19:27

Let me think, ye must know me.
My relations and my beauty.
Speak not of my inflictions,
Only of this horrid resemblance,
I have to your ugly innard.
I'll be your bitch of life,
live vicariously through me.
Speak only of my addictions,
that pull me closer to your imperfection.
Stalk me not through this life,
give me nothing but thy name,
I'll survive through your mar,
Not disconcerted by your intentions
I'll have mirth at your attentions.

I'd enjoy some feedback
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