Stampeding to my door on the fourth floor, asking for more when you
already know the score.
Begging for another dose, just to be close, to the thing you want the
most, like your a parasite and I'm the host.
you stammer back confused, like your not here to be used, but rather
amused instead of abused.
Skittering down the stairs because no one cares about your midnight
dares about your latest wares.

06/25/2003

Posted on 06/26/2003
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