and it all stops at lips touch while my throat is slit. i wish you could see it. from side to side, blood spilling on the table. puddles are numbered off. one flows from regret, the others from sorrow. away with me tonight, one last time before it's said and done.
today it dies
- June 24, 2003
- p0u1n9k
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