Monday, April 14, 2008

lonely word vomit

the devil found out all our secrets today.
tricky little bastard
is it fair?
is there any way....
you could ask.
but to who?
look at
little you...
do you dare?
clasp your hands quickly to your beautiful mouth
and hold on tight
let me get a bucket...
now open
and rain on me.

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