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A lady who belives he is worth less than a compass
Contributed by
harmony
on
Friday, 28th December 2007 @ 07:36:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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"When I rest my elbow on this table
I look extraordinarily like a compass
and no one can suppass my accuracy
when pointing north
I am a woman with only a compasses worth"
sitting back she declares
"I am now pointless"
The waves off the crown of her head
punctuates her shoulders with an ant
Her man friend to the deviant
the lady who deviates
to the sound of an ant
"We sit here in a restaurant
made of the richest of metals
the mother of your hair
your hair looks so much like its mother
And we suck on her breasts together
We are the amazing dear
We are the point"
Copyright ©
harmony
... [
2007-12-28 07:36:11] (Date/Time posted on
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