you take me out once in awhile to
hold me near a flame. think, ok
yes she is indeed still able to burn
so therefore she must still be alive.
you're always so exact like that.
i play with you when i can no longer
afford to play with myself, my logic
leaves me in ribbons. you begin to
spell my name backwards and everything
just kind of tilts in that way that
it does. you know the one. and i think
my goodness, his grin has grown lop-
sided as you wave yourself goodbye.
if i thought i stood any chance at
making you feel i would have held you
near a flame, hell, i would have
burnt you up alive. because i
am always so exact like that.

04/06/2003

Author's Note: rough.

Posted on 04/07/2003
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