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May 2010
Stupor..a silly,relaxed,not quite myself stupor
Ignore the fact that I shouldn't be here
Acknowledge the only reason I chose to be there
Smoky eyes led me into darkness
And now I am left with nothing but this stupid look in my eye
I laugh at myself for being said victim
I bet you find that to be hilarious
I almost do..but then I think of you
Your games...your mysterious ways
How easily I could have been consumed
without even a hint of recognition
**** this is not what I transcribed myself to be
I am above it...yeah I bet you love that
I can oh so politely put this up your *** and around a hard left corner
I suppose I could go for days but what would be left except what I began with
Which is just a sense of poisonous consumption
I think I just threw up a little in my mouth
Man that would describe most of this
Impulsive vomiting...then putrid lying
I play it back in my head, step by step, word by word...thought by thought...looks
and stay with same dellusional conclusion
It wasn't just me...
I put it down and you may take it in but not on my time
Not on my mind...you will be lol
Might be how one might put it but then again...this **** playback is driving me crazeeee
Fool I say...every second of instinct and purity and intent ...Gone.gone . never to be back
Simple and sure and solid...replaced with distant, false and fooled...not me but you
That's what makes this great..I am fine with only a secret to keep...but you will be drudged thru yourself
And I will be better for it..knowing more about me than anyone else!
Written by
Winkle Scarberry
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   Ashleigh M
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