Dead center stage you sit and wait for me.
With your bouquet of faded words, and your facade of brilliant notes.

I'll make my way over to your silk-smooth conversation.
I'll let you smother me in kisses, while I smother you with ignorance.

09/09/2004

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Posted on 09/10/2004
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