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Pier Angeli
by Johnny CrimsonThe magnitude of goof protrudes
from a Spanglish mouth
A collective bucket for collecting
pain and wonka bars
All is ass
All is ass
I've died looking at your face
I've fainted snooping through your drawers
I've licked the webs between my fingers
just wishing they still tasted like you 05/14/2008 Posted on 05/15/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 05/15/08 at 02:44 AM the love you wanted to die with. 5th & 6th, I'de totally say that if I was a guy. But I am not, and I will say it anyways. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/15/08 at 03:01 AM Heh. Awww...someone has a crush. Nah, I know. Good stuff though. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 05/16/08 at 12:06 AM i love this. |
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