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By B.K. Date: 2012 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2012.09.20.22.09.3569]] |
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It feels like aliens Jumping ship from your back Trying to pull your heart out As they leap to freedom Hurts like hell Like your very first lost love attack And just when you think You might get a reprieve They come leaping back in Then horrors.. When night time comes They trounce your last nerve And move back out again Leaving you jumping Out of your ever loving skin So you are knitting titanium underwear Building a alien love safe place To make sure they can never get back in Aliens love and shingles Mingling tingling shing-a-ling Bota bing a ling You’ll swear to every weird god you know Play let’s make a deal with any shaman That they will never get to you again ©bk Septembering of 2012 |