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new poetry for the sex mind
new poetry for the sex mind
03/01/11 at 09:33 PM by Mrs.Sweeny Todd
im trapped
im trapped in a grocery bag like bubble pressed against my face
i cant breathe
i keep running and running but i keep tripping and tripping
on the rubble and the drugs
does any body see how your suffocating me
i let the fireworks go off a long time ago
i cried and moaned and let the smoke blow
put a pillow on my face and cut off the oxygen to my brain
as i have simplistic thoughts running naked in public
its something not forbidden but looked down on and frowned upon
but how come all the pain i get comes not from my own-self
but the pedestal you hold me up against
or like book on a shelf
sulking in its solitude
you lit the candles and set the mood
inviting a murderer into my house
i guess i kill myself but letting you always come back again
and let you leave the blood on my blouse
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