2002-12-16 - 10:56 a.m.
Salacious salad, salubrious sex?
where's that line that I can't cross?
fermenting fruit or rotten hex?
how do you like me, slave or boss?
I'm not certain, anymore
Once I was but time grew short
I thought you wanted me to score
Then you put me on report
it's all so silly, I can tell
your peer popped cherry
isn't well
words, so callous, don't convey,
how I've wanted something pure
something that could make me say
you are mine and I am yours
now I own it, it's all mine
ghost-like fragments on the lawn
I kissed you and all was fine
But evil goats! those days are gone...
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