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Want to play with me?
I taste the poison on my lips,
Would you like to taste it too?
Another has touched this soft skin,
Now, raw.
Would you like to touch it too?
My innocence.
Oh wait,
That was stolen,
Mine no longer to give.
You say,
'I want to brush your tears away.'
Sorry--But no longer will they fall.
Sure you want to play with me?
I'm used goods.
Someone beat you to the deed.
Would you like to taste it too?
Another has touched this soft skin,
Now, raw.
Would you like to touch it too?
My innocence.
Oh wait,
That was stolen,
Mine no longer to give.
You say,
'I want to brush your tears away.'
Sorry--But no longer will they fall.
Sure you want to play with me?
I'm used goods.
Someone beat you to the deed.
Published 27th Feb 2010
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27th Feb 2010 10:44pm
I liked this poem. It's something fresh - something different, I think. It's sort of sad, but at the same time, I find it has a certain edginess to it. It's infectious.
12th Mar 2010 2:01am
