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By Misti Date: 2002 Jul 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.11.03.01.1822]] |
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fucked up delusions and cheap paperback fantasies won't lead me to his camp pleasant chit chat and a rundown of my favorite things won't lure him to lose himself in the wacky depths of my estrogen I'm humming songs he doesn't know I'm advertising myself on his broken TV I'm throwing myself down on the tracks and his train won't leave the motherfucking station I'm spilling honesty on my wrists wearing my colors and not worrying about whether or not they match and he is locked in a box and I don't have the key and he is a frog and my kiss is not magic enough to get him back to prince status he makes me ache and tingle and grin a big grin but none of this matters if he won't let me in. |