morbidhippie's Diaryland Diary

- 2003-08-04 3:25 p.m. and so i spoke to myself through a black man...

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"down in the shadows of your deepest secrets

I sleep next to the precepts you hold most dear

Your heart is in my province jour upon hour

I shiver when you feel the cold,

Everything you say I hear

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Like a bomb and its fuse,

We bring bright light

But I could be a devil to you

-

I could bite like a tarantula

Right through the skin

And leave my poison

dripping."

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