Red drops trickle
Onto your bed
A few tears shed
You break into a sweat
On your forehead
Your eyes are closed
You slowly moan
And you groan
Permanently wounding bliss
But you're alone!
Realization hits you
Your mind does a swirl
And a twirl
You lost it to yourself!
Those are long fingers, girl
1st June '08
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