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old writtings Ever since She left I'm looking for what's right in me Breaking down the pieces to the smallest ones that I can see Still in the darkest hours as I lie in bed awake I can't apoligizes for the thoughts my mind makes I wish my hair was made of fuses so that when she finds me useless I'd find my lighter and set my memory ablaze. I know that deep within there sockets her eyes aren't tiny sprockets yet I'm chained to them She just wants to be friends If her feet were made of anvils would they crush me like a candle in a dresdeen church Her feet are delicate but being kicked still hurts Now I look for my rhyming dictionary to help me express whats inside of me Its no where to be found not on the book shelf nor on the ground. I keep thinking of the word perfunctory used seldom yet still known to me I can only rhyme that with punditry but politics are the antithesis of love does my rhyming dictionary lie in apogee above the thought ballons that drift from me If I were a cartoonn in the funny papers Would she read about my capers or would she smile as a pug pees down on me. If I stole Veronica from Archie what would jughead do If I tried to seduce Cathy what would she be like to<b> screw </font></b>Would Ziggy find In me a mirror of his mind DR |
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