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A Tickle
Contributed by
rhei76
on
Sunday, 3rd December 2006 @ 03:47:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
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my wife
my dying life
my trife
oh, trying beyond
what is right
i've stolen
i gave
only under the light
to turn
but I
Am wrong
she always says
i would be better
if i didn't try
i swear
sometimes i could
i could put it into a song
the pain
the pain of how
things, i am wrong
my life
my strife
it's all i got
twisted
like the vocabulary
of my
dying
figure
why
i must
be apart of the light
where my delusions hang
like a broken man from a hanging tree
i have tasted a mandrake root
i have kissed her leather boots
and when she told me to lick them
i was there
but, now it seems
that she was testing me
tantalizing her truths
with my integrety
made me the bottom feed
took in the shmuck
and made me her life
my ***** wife
I lick her boots
ate the mandrake root
learnful pain
i'd do it all the same
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Re: A Tickle
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by emystar on
Sunday, 3rd December 2006 @ 04:41:04 AM AEST
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Very impressive write.
She's gotta luv it!
huggs, big ole smiles,
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