01-11-2005, 02:19 PM | #11 |
I feel free
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I wrote a lot of poems while driving through Louissiana (don't ask where the inspiration came from) and will post them whenever I can get to a computer.
Harlot Watching you upon me Seeing all your truth bared in open Tranquility Yet we'll never know each other In the way that you desire You can see me perspire While you sleep I'm helpless Unable to find the respite That I long for in my deepest fantasy
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