Open Poetry #27 |
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tom waits Junior Member
since 2003-07-20
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Suck the blood from out my neck let me die and resurrect. Let me live and burn at will yet hold me close and love me still. Stroke my hips and twirl my hair let my curls be sweet and fair let my heart be a somber fool why does this matter for I’m your tool. Cut my lips and let them bleed they become red, then brown at head and as you kiss them they allow the last of men to feel the mouth. As age grows old mother passes looking through old reading glasses and each of us are known to be the queen of day and the knight of thieves. or as the French like to be known we are the spawn of what was old we are the shame of love to be what love once was might one day cease. our goal; to keep the saint alive with natural sync and super size in each to ourselves to ourselves a sweet as love was given as a treat. [This message has been edited by tom waits (07-21-2003 04:47 AM).] |
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