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May 2010
Taste,
Bite,
Swallow
(and repeat)


Your words
against my
already
bland
conscience

-

one more loss
and it is
tasteless


How do you
plead me
without
saying
"please"?

How come you
please me
with
all these
tease?


I know
I was right
when I shook my head

but
then
knocked it
and tread
the deep
when the light
turned red

or

was it green?

or

was I wrong?

or

does it matter anymore?


'cause I'm no dish
and
You're no ocean


just a girl
just a guy

and the pressure of being
under 20

as an excuse
Written by
Ochre
574
   Francisco DH and steel tulips
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