For all the times
you've beenforgetting me in every season
while bleaching your reason
for eating the snow
you've been
memorizing what is past
and doubted me to the last
because of whores and love
you've been
left me crippled to my beasts
enjoying earthly feasts
in brew called denial
you've been
leaving me to the streets
feeling naked between sheets
of sex, freedom and paranoia
I'm not having your baby, Baby.
Poetry by theo
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 18:37
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