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Tuesday, March 11th, 2003
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9:22p - sviesc
I watch you from a distance.
You’re never mine, you’re never near.
I smell the air...
blessed by your hair.
When you pass me
I slowly count...
one, two, three-
my senses blunt.
It cannot be.
I shut my eyes,
so they don’t see.
Whatever yours
are telling me.
You’re everywhere
and everything around you
disappears.
The street is empty.
There is no street...
I walk and walk
Now we should meet
and there’s no way
that I’ll retreat.
I open my ears
to your voice -
it climbs into my head,
finds a little shed
and brands into my brain.
Air... air again.
Air is sweet
and fresh to me-
like a peppermint candy.
Sweet and fresh...
I shouldn’t touch you,
I shouldn’t taste you.
And once again- you are like air.
You are a coke:
I drink, I choke.
You’re sweet and fresh,
but you’re a mesh.
To be or not to be
is not an issue for me,
if you exist
I will be free.
Four, five, six...
More! Sore, more!
On the floor.
Like a whore...
current mood: predatory
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