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By Just Some Girl Date: 2001 Sep 25 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.25.11.55.21611]] |
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She loves debauchery, you knew it from the start. You love to hate her for it. Never with any damn talent at playing fair. In your head, where these cloudy film clips play on, you watch the sway of her hips...she saunters out of reach. (Did you try forcing her to stay?) All the while, your scent lingers on her moist, white skin. "At least you loved, even if you lost. That's what counts." Maiden aunts of the world, as if they knew of what they spoke, assume you are gaining resume' experience for the ultimate career in love! Walk away. Stop the music (her face) rolling through your brain. She's not the girl for you. She can't be tamed. You love her. You hate her. In the end, really, it's all the same. |