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By Misti Date: 2002 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.02.15.09.17275]] |
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you shatter my dreams until it seems they are nothing but splinters in the sand you demand tabula rasa pretty-n-pure I'm sure of one thing you bring a whole lotta hell to sweeten my rum splatter me into a party of one I need some more I need some more a whore for the truth with its residue you imbue my hope with clarity take it away outta charity the disparity doesn't drive me to the brink I'm fatter, I think hard to ignore I know the score by rote and the trip ain't free you delve into the core of me whee! I say one more again now is then if you're into zen I'm a denizen of the world I own as democratic as an ice cream cone leave me alone come back at three or four then you can explore everything that does not matter arranged with cilantro on a gilded platter. |