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By it dosent matter Date: 2004 May 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.15.00.11.15713]] |
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my love so like a tummy ache how so one might say it shrieks and sighs its own lullaby as it slow withers away this little boy deep inside once called my name for your beauty to me so like the ethereal skin capture of a translucent tear shed once a lifetime may fragile lest the air itself whispers this substance dry till only salt remains so pure of white its hue yet far too sweetly bitter this slow cruel harvest all my sins so rightly paid or so i spake to the darkness wounded pillow in the night of a love kept far too secret burns too bright with the light and i .. i find this tummy ache a little boy dies inside dreams have broke to start anew once more i slow talk with you careful lest what i feel gets out share this pain between us two is not what true loves about only this quiet torment this ... tummy ache my choice to live with far better i think than without |