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instigator of pottymouthedness
Join Date: May 2003
Location: sydney
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On a Sunday afternoon
I played my words around my mind Could cry a thousand words from tears dresssed up like a grasp of hope alone on my sunday afternoon session waiting for the words to come to me come under me im talking to myself and singing to a vacant lover who let go of my heart long ago He smiles when I talk about Sunday afternoons. DESIRE OF THE SAD i want to f u c k it up tear a ribbon share it with the sun lift the veil wipe the tear slap his face as the buttons pop; undone i always f u c k it up DRUNKEN STARS i want to get drunk with the stars put a fire up my skirt i want to taste death on my tongue sail to the moon on winged hurt. i want to rip off my skin in the face of his soul see the silence paint a goodbye let hell and the seas reap its toll fade away incoherently tire of the above spend your night's dream wrapped in the arms of love. |
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