Kim, on a broken friendship. |
Kim, on a broken friendship. |
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When I think of you, I can see your face
Fire, fire, blood, my headache Forming right behind my eyes That can only see you as disgusting Horrid, rude, filmy, putrid Sickning, renching, slimy, foul Every part of you corrupted moldered, altered, tainted, twisted sinful, shameless, perverted soul If I could cleanse you with my knuckles I would count a thounsand blows I would purge your soiled body Expel your squalid heart--and cry Cry at the sight of you so mangled Twitching, twitching, numb In my fingertips, begging for my breath To slow Your a hollow, thoughtless fool Unkind, self-centerd, brash, boorish, vulgar Tasteless, merciless, sadistic, repulsive, asinine And even when I hate you, I could love you Just the same I'd love your bloody, mutilated face... If I could cleanse you with my knuckles I would count a thounsand blows And hold your split cheeks between my palms To kiss your forehead softly. |
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