tonight you stooped to my level i am your mangy little whore now you're trying to find your underwear and then your socks and then the door and you're trying to find a reason why you have to leave but i know it's 'cuz you think you're adam and you think i'm eve
you rhapsodize about beauty and my eyes glaze everything i love is ugly i mean really, you would be amazed just do me a favor it's the least that you can do just don't treat me like i am something that happened to you
i am truly sorry about all this
you put a tiny pin prick in my big red balloon and as i slowly start to exhale that's when you leave the room i did not design this game i did not name the stakes i just happen to like apples and i am not afraid of snakes
i am truly sorry about all this i envy you your ignorance i hear that it's bliss
so i let go the ratio of things said to thing heard as i leave you to your garden and the beauty you preferred and i wonder what of this will have meaning for you when you've left it all behind i guess i'll even wonder if you meant it at the time
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