can you tell me where we are
back there never thought we
would end up here
didn't get that far
did we
chasing shooting stars
you said i'd be next to fall
i'd be next
the way we slip through
sometimes.
i will hide my surprise
and that mars you're wearing
looks lovely
i hear your battlecry
escaped like moans from pluto
seducing
captivating
throwing punches against the wall
jupiter and the others can't
understand why venus just doesn't
toss her hand in
i say it's too late for supper
but you're more than welcome to
send your meat this way
the leftovers never bothered me
the way they slip through sometimes
the way you slip through sometimes
my lost and dirty little valentine
i will close my eyes
i will open my thighs
i will fake

my surprise

02/13/2003

Posted on 02/14/2003
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