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Feb 2015
Lie flat on the ground
With arms out and exposed
You offer me friendship I offer you the lot
Do with me what you will, my inner thoughts I spill
My dreams and ***** preferences
I barely even know you
Though I think I know it all
I figure you'd be on my boat, you said so yourself

You ask me creepy questions
Each one answered honestly
What you say makes me uneasy
Though always graced with a reply
I trust you like I trust myself
My biography is yours know
Cross the boarders of what's OK
You're still only a stranger to me

Honest like an open book
I kept on display for you to read aloud
I left a hole, for you to root around
Have fun with what you found
I lay down still the conversation sprints
Down the road of no return
I never knew, I was not you
Laugh to yourself, I hope you're proud
The **** you made me talk about

I could always close the window?
I could always block your ***?
As you convince of me of my weaknesess
Borne from my better strengths
A discarded magazine
For passers-by to read
Do I learn? Not one lesson
I'll only do the same again
About old "friendships" where I was trusting with people that were just creepy.
Mokomboso
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Mokomboso  In the junge somewhere
(In the junge somewhere)   
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