May 26, 2008 18:30
My cousin Some horrible person composed a terrible, terrible poem in my honor. I need new - better - poetry that can erase it from my head. But alas, I don't have any books with me (and I doubt anyone else does).
Someone share something with me. Even children's rhymes are better than those four lines, I'm sure.
trying to forget,
kenya fails at life,
my mind
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this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this
my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss
There you go. Little bird told me you're a pansy you like romantic sap like this.
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[ooc:ilu larb]
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[Likewise~ *tackles*]
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