Monday, February 9, 2009


The last you fucked me was six month ago
Came to me at the break of dawn
The sweet smell of liquor on your breath
Something to make the world better
Willingly or no you had your way
But it was OK, I liked it like that

Six months have crept by
I lay here a barren wasteland
Nothing to give me sunshine
Stale rumpled sheets
The only things you left behind

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