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Monday, June 19, 2006

Sluts And Slits

your fits are what slits those strongs arms made of fear
my cries are the ties that are bounding us here
your question's what beckons and fuels all these notions
my words are the verbs that keep us in this motion

your lure's insecure yet i can't help your needing
my eyes do reply to the reasons your bleeding
your deaf to what's left of the words im not saying
my hearts torn apart from what you think i'm portraying

your numb to whats come of the love in your life
my mind you must find if you want me for your wife
your hearing so i'm fearing your not listening to me
my words are the verbs that i'm not acting to be.
I AM THAT MOUSE
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