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2003-04-01 02:45:38 (UTC)

Another Poem For Your Viewing Pleasure

Do you think that it was perfect?
The only thing that lit up your face was a blacklight.
But it seemed like so much more. The closet monster behind
the closet door. I guess it's just the fact that I feel so
deep into your eyes that I don't want to let go of what
we've shared. Hoping this isn't some sick joke that's been
played on me before, cautious because we can't let them
find us behind the closet door. I guess I just don't wanna
be hurt anymore. And somehow I feel like you can do that
for me.

Ok so it's not really a poem its more of a...crap. But
it's how I feel right now. I'm about ready to go fuckin
leesbian I'm so tired of men!




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