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[bodytext] => so it went like this you called me up late last night "Let's Go To Boston And Never Come Home" i replied, "Well I Don't Know What Home Is, But I'll Run Away For A Day To Be Your Sanity, To Be Your Muse" you chuckle (so very condescendingly i might add) "Abby Dear, You're As Crazy As Me..Infact, Worse. Because You Never Say A Word" at this point she stuck her nose up at me analyzing my -merchandise- like a penny pinching sunday shopper her head dribbling her innards with a spiderweb of fine cracks on windshield where they kissed at 40mph not too long ago "You Know What I See Your Problem Is Mad Woman?" i roll my eyes wondering what poor schmuck had to wake up to a busted mailbox or their car totaled because of you "You Accept Life's Boredom And Just Marinate In Your Dreams You're Alive Due To Circumstance. Because It Was the Blind Agreement And I Know First Hand Life Bites, But Atleast I Bite Back" i look at her and shake my head gently as it is had been poorly screwed on some time ago, and say "No Offense Mary But You Have Blood In Your Eyes I Live My Life Just Fine I'm My Own Lover, My Own Muse My Own Company, My Own" "OH?! And If I Hadn't Come Save You Tonight Where Would You Have Gone?" "To Sleep..." i reply [comments] => 1 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 73 [informant] => moldwarp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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