It is locked deep within my head
My thoughts are fed
It has been laying there dead
Heavy as lead
It came from some where above
Lusting after love
It was a sexually frustrated hug
You’re a fucked up drug
It is being stuck on the ground
Waiting for a sound
It is getting off of your cloud
Screaming out loud
It is this beautiful sunset
Still I speak my dialect
It is too soon to regret
Why do you insist to protect
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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