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Want to play with me?
Contributed by
Cayleigh-Chan
on
Friday, 26th February 2010 @ 06:19:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I taste the poison on my lips,
Would you like to taste it too?
Another has touched this soft skin,
Now, raw.
Would you like to touch it too?
My innocence.
Oh wait,
That was stolen,
Mine no longer to give.
You say,
'I want to brush your tears away.'
Sorry--But no longer will they fall.
Sure you want to play with me?
I'm used goods.
Someone beat you to the deed.
Copyright ©
Cayleigh-Chan
... [
2010-02-26 18:19:06] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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