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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 May 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.28.17.50.21317]] |
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Wraith surreal, deep in the gloom Of my old tortured soul Creeps into my empty room When vigilance grows old Knocking, pushing buttons, she Cannot be gently shed Red dress glowing brightly darkly Upon the foot of bed Laugh with me just once again She greedily implores Let's take this ghostly love train To Houston's filthy shores There we can bathe in oil slick To whet the heartsfire heat I'll bring you back to house real quick Soon as I've burnt the meat BEGONE! you wretch, you shattered wench You've nothing I can use I'll hold my pillow 'til I wrench My heart from your tired muse You take the pain you left last time Take it to your brother Another muse soon makes my rhyme For I have found another |