Friday, June 12, 2009

Recall a time
when I laid heavy
you touched me and I rolled over
unwrap me

I am pale.
I am eager to please.
what I want

what I want
is to hear you coo content and pleased, unknowing.
I can mimic

better then anything else
it is theatrics
I can fake my way and grit my teeth

So what do you want?
Before Oh! The secret is out
I fade away

And you will whither to something sick.

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