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[aid] => mick
[title] => VERBAL SEX
[time] => 2008-05-10 10:32:18
[hometext] => don't be disappointed, the name is misleading
[bodytext] => Pent up anxiety leaks through pores And I keep hearing of a love that is lost I hear her say, "I love you" behind the closed door and I remember, oh, I remember, her change in direction As she picked up the pen and spelled it out to me I switched my position, and then We were over and done Before this our love was a game she played to play and I played to win We stopped, then started all over again I thought I needed her to breathe, like a pen needs the page except glossy eyes and tears wouldn't interrupt her performance she played to play and i played to win nights, so quiet, all i hear is the phone message after message of quiet obsession pouring through the cups of regret And me, I held onto her tight I couldn't let go Yet now I watch two girls come together I find it hard to believe there is such thing as a kiss I don't know where I am headed but i know that everything happens for a reason although i do feel spent she gives me a quick hug and a glance i know what she wants now i stare into the mirror find that i am still myself i haven't gone anywhere but who was that a year ago? i was an undercover lover, except without the love i played games to find meaning, now i sit all alone and watching is now my new favorite thing watch and you will learn many things [comments] => 2 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 43 [informant] => juliestevens18 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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