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By Max-Rom Date: 2012 Mar 25 Comment on this Work [[2012.03.25.17.01.12359]] |
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Hold you close to the light, To see if you're real - Strip away all these layers, But I'd slip on the peels - Subtract the ingredients, Try the "all natural" you - Thought I'd like the simplicity, But it's flavored like glue. I had to 'doctor' you up, Held the spoon to my lips - Prayed the heat wouldn't scorch me When I sampled your hips. Falling deep into slumber, I got my fill of your charms - The sirens are blaring, I'm sounding alarms... Please provide me a remedy, Stop this churning inside - As the poison advances, It's burning my pride. I was a fool to consume, This feast for the eyes - I'm addicted to chance, Games that cause my demise. Cards stacked in your favor, This deal's never fair - So sweet it's turned sour, I'm the crisp, you're the air... Copyright 2012, Max-Rom AKA Joseph A. Hardy |