She has odd again - remaining me with a taste for her skin. left hand open sores from forgotten wounds that argon silently buried with in. I sit, wait, and anticipate a chummy hello or goodby besides instead I stick myself wondering wherefore? On that note I shall reflect and envision moments of change state lying on the floor, for my want filled heart lay nail do naught more then discase you with my eyes. Doesnt it hurt, she did plead as she scurries, distributing neglects weight. merely now, I agree and I dictate, twinge is all I know how to feel and the more I get the little that its real. This sick, twisted man I am has sold his soul, abuse his health, and lost his mind. With nothing left he lives through: inebriation, desire, and change lies. Writted by Eric Dick June 6, 2004.
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