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Jealousy flaresin her beady eyes.Is it because 'She's nothing without you.'?Me.This is a new revelation.Our youthful chanteusesings meinto a hush.But sleep is distantonThe Faraway Tree.It seems that Good is girlbut is this My good girl?Will she agree with meor will she make me sickto cry in the flush.Wagon wheel,rut-bound,grinds out a perpetual veintattooing her namein welts of curious flesh.It might be invisible inkbut I won't know in advance.I brush across her bonesmake her real again.Forgetting that she can scream too.Idly rebelious.Red lipsthat may bitesmile soft.Russetslowly shiftsto a lurid goldwith strawberry flash marks.Following developing instructions: Don't inhale Don't spill Watch the clock or it's Green as Grass. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 01:19 AM PST, Louise Bell 18 • 0 • 10
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"Jealousy flaresin her beady eyes.Is it because 'She's nothing without you.'?Me.This is a new revelation.Our youthful chanteusesings meinto a hush.But sleep is distantonThe Faraway Tree.It seems that Good is girlbut is this My good girl?Will she agree with meor will she make me sickto cry in the flush.Wagon wheel,rut-bound,grinds out a perpetual veintattooing her namein welts of curious flesh.It might be invisible inkbut I won't know in advance.I brush across her bonesmake her real again.Forgetting that she can scream too.Idly rebelious.Red lipsthat may bitesmile soft.Russetslowly shiftsto a lurid goldwith strawberry flash marks.Following developing instructions: Don't inhale Don't spill Watch the clock or it's Green as Grass...."