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I found this on my computer and I have no idea who wrote it but I really do enjoy it. Maybe one day someone will let me know who wrote it into my doctuments.



Slicing glass as strangers pass the same lines cutting dimes.
Wanna have a picinic? I’m feeling panicky…
You can bring your cloth and I can bring my china.

Do you think you would let me die your lips the color of mine?
We could rub flesh till our death a simple attempt at staying together.
Would you rather have my corps covers with lilies, gardenias, or honey suckle?

Would you buckle for a whore who hasn’t been lead before?
This one girl always called her self a virgin prostitute
She found herself destitute….

No really can I hold your hand and save you in my mind as my man.
Rings of full springs and draining falls, am I always your baby doll?

We toil away on a lovely day only seeing the world through the holes in our granny’s lace doilies.

To romance

You soft blade of joy how I love the way you carve my heart into a ever opening flower.

How I love the way you paint color into a world of grey.

You are the rope that keeps pulling me further down the path of life.

You are the soft vale that sooths the very heart ach you create.

You are what makes life seem like a dream.

You are my ambition, my advencher, my teacher, my lesion to be learned over and over again.

I look for you in others and find you always in myself.