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All 2009 Baby! On the inside, we reek of love
On the outside we smell like grease
Deeply moved, and yet disturbed
I cling to your advice
and hang on every word
Saddened by loss of thought and surprised by sudden and constant wonderment
It's hard to please when you're on your knees
like a selfish predator waiting to feed
Clenched fists and dried mouths
make the best for solid arguments
We spend our nights in each others ears
the eyes are blind with sleep and restlessness
Evasive comments and severe migraines
deafen the heart
with the whole world watching.
