Leave me my rituals
The flesh is an ocean.
The truths are all doorways
As lust is emotion.
The tie-knots are leakers
As passive in search.
My motives are pullers
Leaving me hung in the lurch.
Test me on turnstiles.
Work me on pleads.
I drift only daily.
I want only needs.
Keep safe Your distance.
And I'll keep all my words.
You laid me for power.
And left me for cursed.
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 10:14 PM UTC
Leave me my rituals
The flesh is an ocean.
The truths are all doorways
As lust is emotion.
The tie-knots are leakers
As passive in search.
My motives are pullers
Leaving me hung in the lurch.
Test me on turnstiles.
Work me on pleads.
I drift only daily.
I want only needs.
Keep safe Your distance.
And I'll keep all my words.
You laid me for power.
And left me for cursed.
nunca mas me molesta
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