Saturday, August 8, 2009

redundant memory

Oct 8, 2009
who on earth are you and why,

why do i bite my own cheek to feel something

something that tasted sweet, strong and so goddamn familiar?

i seek your voice, your deep echo that calls out my hungry soul

you mean nothing and within a year or two you will be a faded memory

memory of ill begotten passion and useless indulgent friendship

friendship mutual, passion one sided, my seductive reasoning

made for one streamlined exchange of sensuality

an opportunity i should regret but do not

who on earth are you and why?

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