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Mortal Sin
Contributed by
nosoup4crr
on
Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 03:39:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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I never told God
about that Wednesday
afternoon when John Lea
showed me where his dad
kept the Penthouse magazines.
Remember to turn the water on.
They can hear you, he said.
I huddled, faucet-running,
in his bathroom and learned
how to be evil. After I was done,
John took his turn. I fell into the
orange shag rug
and listened to his little sister
play Barbie in the next room.
I stopped going to Confession
to forget that basement bathroom,
but I hear his little sister
every time I wash my hands.
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2005-09-24 03:39:33]
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Re: Mortal Sin
(User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on
Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 03:47:26 AM AEST
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Nevermind
It is easy to run away from guilt i guess |
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Re: Mortal Sin
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by mylady on
Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 11:36:23 AM AEST
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maybe you need to go confession who know
maybe it help.. |
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