I think Sara is the only one who knows the origin of this poem.
*Yell "Rape" with Your Lips Shut* By: ME, of course
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I sleep to the tune of you,
But you are the musician,
So could you tell me what key it is in?
Could you sing softly as I wake?
Instead of heckling me until my eyes open to escape you.
Could you stop this stalker behavior?
We have never spoken real words, Just dream dialogs.
Do I appear in your sleeping hours as well?
Is my face sketched into your brain?
I have never touched your real flesh,
But I have been held back by your imaginary limbs,
I have been scolded by your Arizona accent,
I have been lusted after with your 30 something desire,
And I have tried to escape you while my eyes are shut,
Tried to resist your vocalist's charms,
Held my hands over my lips as you lunge for a taste,
Ran with faster feet than I possess in the sunlight,
But to tell you the truth,
When I look at you,
In my dreaming state,
I like being chased.
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I sleep to the tune of you,
But you are the musician,
So could you tell me what key it is in?
Could you sing softly as I wake?
Instead of heckling me until my eyes open to escape you.
Could you stop this stalker behavior?
We have never spoken real words, Just dream dialogs.
Do I appear in your sleeping hours as well?
Is my face sketched into your brain?
I have never touched your real flesh,
But I have been held back by your imaginary limbs,
I have been scolded by your Arizona accent,
I have been lusted after with your 30 something desire,
And I have tried to escape you while my eyes are shut,
Tried to resist your vocalist's charms,
Held my hands over my lips as you lunge for a taste,
Ran with faster feet than I possess in the sunlight,
But to tell you the truth,
When I look at you,
In my dreaming state,
I like being chased.