You didn't have a clue
what you were asking me to do.
You wanted me to be content
to spend my life up on a shelf,
like a rag doll
waiting for the rare occasions
when you'd reach for me.
You thought I'd always be there waiting,
so obediently, like I had been in the past.

I guess you never noticed
that I was allergic to the dust!

03/11/2003

Posted on 03/11/2003
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