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She
written by angel1dot001:28 PM 9/7/04Chocolate kisses
Whipped cream
Sex in a parked car
She's been there done that
Rome London Paris
do you think she got it off yet
She sold her her body
sold her mind
(150 000$)
She kept her voice
As she whispers "I love you"
she won't give a translation
She switches the subject
She's got worn out shoes
tied by her dreams
She keeps running and running
wearing them out
but she can't shake it while she's asleep
Too short dresses
Long skirts
She's got nothing in between
to show off a little
of what others might want
Love her
Hate her
Taste her
Rape her
She's already slipping out of reality anyway
As she breathes she knows
that some of her seconds just disappeared
So she inhales
exhales again
smiling that sweet self-ironic smile
which makes you want to:
put her to bed
kiss it away
ditch her the next morning
She's got worn out shoes
'cause she's chased by your dreams
and she keeps running, tearing, trying
but she can't shake it while you won't see her
She's done nervous little men with huge ambitions
dressed in gray suits
Muscular beach hunks
who only care about their tan
So why not you?
I'd love to have her
I'd love to be her
She's my favorite bitch |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Inspired by Nicole Blackman's poem "Metal Eye".
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