Monday, July 04, 2011

Our Argument.

Wicked you are with muse

Who knew you had the power to vex.

Bring me your stone eyes.

Abstain from sex.

Viciously quiet you are

Injecting me with shame.

The torture is the stillness.

The conditions of the game.

Come and lay you seething mass with mine.

Answer every servile comment with “fine, fine”.


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