(This message was edited by ironkitten on 06-24-04 @ 5:08 pm EDT)
Another tally on your score sheet
And this emotion only makes my nose run.
My pride ripped open
Like that shirt box on your birthday.
This time my rampage deserted me-
And fault detained
by the handcuffs that locked
The luxury you took in place
That's when you barged in
violating my anorexic soul
And I swallowed hard.
The guilt in adept alignment between our eyes.
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