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Jan 01, 2006 23:12

behind my rose, water mists by our music
enormous love... in milk... and im lactose intolerant
I ask TV, do women have tongues?

the response is blood spraying on my drunken breasts.. Begging him not to leave

Why leave?

I sweat ful ripe fiddles of my imagination for..raw rain, like knifes in my stomach.. As if im lactose intolerant.

BE TOUGH! and elaborate

heaven is within us
be cool and sensible, hot and sexy, and maybe the plastic lights will go out, or maybe they won't
these trips he bring me on make my skin delirious for more lovin, less lighting, less dairy. less milk.

From diamonds to puppies. I now see , i now know what i want and what he wants and
smearing water will not eradicate blackness of love.
Smearing water will not create love
Smearing milk wil only cover it up
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