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we wore
cannibals for ceremonious
two vacant lots
hung like a flag pole in grocery bags
heads hidden ? from what
should
of been seen
soon2 be the only way out
to wake up on a furnace of salty water
spreading like whores from my eyes
another time running and waiting
willight emerge
just wanting to continue as specks of dust
waiting watching from isles
of lockers
metal dusty rows
peering at the mustache
reeking
thievery
stealing
her from my iris
and i felt he tasted more
o f m e
his nose panted like a hungry wolf
but more rabid with every s mile
back of the couch tied up in s ide
released
his death
but i couldn't free time
b u t i c o u l d n ' t f r e e t i m e
he had no hope to fall inward
? when were we granted a second chance
no one remembers their own name anymore
f o r g o t
what he felt like and i miss
the roughness of his gripping hands
protecting me from myself
please stay with m e
dont make me go
a w a y
cant remember
w h o
she was
until you
c a m e
Copyright 2004 Shaitan
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