the shirt runs flat across my bak
to prove a hardline point.
i lov too much
to appreciate such open scorn
lying folded in the severed dark
i hear it crush my spine.
u went way too far to smile that way
for me to trust ur eyes
300 thread count em underneeth me
a draped shirt over top
find ur way too far proving me too wrong
so i can only lov u and never stop.
1-19-03
fine line betweeen love and hate
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