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By Misti Date: 2002 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.13.07.07.6723]] |
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You slip away like an eel leaving me irrelevant my feelings soup on the stove boiling salty but you've already eaten beaten at my own game I sulk and pout beckon the demons out with whiskey dance myself into oblivion kiss strangers because they smell good enough to tide me over the phone rings my heart dives into my stomach slippery as ever you lure me into your abyss |