By Anton lock-wiz@milcity.com
Date: 23 October 2000
Kneeling before you
And when I hurt the most I'll scream for you
Or drink this seed and fade away and dream of you
And maybe then I will hallucinate of you
Or even be allowed to congregate to you,
But you, I bet, would want me to prostate myself
To offer you my fate and then outdate myself.
Present you tiny gifts and then berate myself.
To smear my face with mud and castigate myself.
And do you know? I think I would, just for a while.
I really think I would if it would make you smile.
If for a second it would make me versatile.
But I'm afraid you'd use me up in just one mile.
I know, I am a fool for thinking you will nod.
And welcome me with an embrace or turn your voice to God.
But I can't help myself, I must be left to dream of you.
If this is not the truth, then dearest what is true?
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