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.
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