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#49; Dec. 2008
Frigid, numb
Liquid, aqua
Suppress ye that come
Succumb together
Jump, connected
Drift, directions
Bubbles intersected
Mental infections
Drown in what's pure
Note every nerve
Thought I was so sure
But I get what I deserve
Feel between your fingers
Icy, moving truth
Desire always lingers
What's real is what's uncouth.
Liquid, aqua
Suppress ye that come
Succumb together
Jump, connected
Drift, directions
Bubbles intersected
Mental infections
Drown in what's pure
Note every nerve
Thought I was so sure
But I get what I deserve
Feel between your fingers
Icy, moving truth
Desire always lingers
What's real is what's uncouth.
Published 11th Oct 2012
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