You know, I cut his throat.
I sliced
his adam's apple in half
like a piece of fruit on a hot summer day.
So he couldn't say a Word.
He Came Back last night.
Tore me like a piece of paper.
He
Opened
Me
Like a flower of pain... and it felt good.
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I sliced
his adam's apple in half
like a piece of fruit on a hot summer day.
So he couldn't say a Word.
He Came Back last night.
Tore me like a piece of paper.
He
Opened
Me
Like a flower of pain... and it felt good.
Um, it IS a poem, right?
Heh, thanks but I think David Cross would be highly offended by the comparison.
is it just me...
or is your blog somewhat sexual?