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the maryland girls sit with half eaten smiles speak sideways half truths casting lines out into the Chesapeake where men jump at shiny elusive things hook in lip blood in mouth worms writhing on their tongues pulled to shore uncomfortable choking on oxygen pretty eyes eclipsing sun measuring by skeptical scales a good heart for loving strong lungs for screaming her name soft hands to chase her hair from her face hook from mouth worm swimming down throat pulled to feet she kissed me [swallowed it] pressed for just a few seconds [but shes still kissing me to this very day] she whispers to go but i so desperately want to stay fish out of sea she'll agree that i taste nice but through seemingly faked sorrow she'll admit she has lost her appetite knife in chest gutted head to toe tossed back into the frozen mouth of the Chesepeake and i will be swallowed we'll all be and when i come floating down to Baltimore They wont find much of me like the Tomb i will be found empty but since there are no places in heaven for fish i simply will cease to exist maryland girls sit with half eaten smiles waiting to devour dreaming to digest stupid floundering gullible fish.
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Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
The Maryland Girls Sit With Half Eaten Smiles
the maryland girls sit with half eaten smiles speak sideways half truths casting lines out into the Chesapeake where men jump at shiny elusive things hook in lip blood in mouth worms writhing on their tongues pulled to shore uncomfortable choking on oxygen pretty eyes eclipsing sun measuring by skeptical scales a good heart for loving strong lungs for screaming her name soft hands to chase her hair from her face hook from mouth worm swimming down throat pulled to feet she kissed me [swallowed it] pressed for just a few seconds [but shes still kissing me to this very day] she whispers to go but i so desperately want to stay fish out of sea she'll agree that i taste nice but through seemingly faked sorrow she'll admit she has lost her appetite knife in chest gutted head to toe tossed back into the frozen mouth of the Chesepeake and i will be swallowed we'll all be and when i come floating down to Baltimore They wont find much of me like the Tomb i will be found empty but since there are no places in heaven for fish i simply will cease to exist maryland girls sit with half eaten smiles waiting to devour dreaming to digest stupid floundering gullible fish.
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craig-reynolds
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Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
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