requiem memories: beyond our dreams?
Monday, May 29, 2006
Sober.I'm vulnerable now.
My chest cavity is spread open on your table.
Operate on your will.
The call is yours to make.
Fill me up or empty me.
Dig it out or pamper it.
Squeeze it when it stops
Or just leave it there to rot.
Whatever the case,
I am all yours now.
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