pennylane731's Diaryland Diary

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denial of the game

pressing drunk kisses
is your goal tonight
attempting to woo
in some cross-eyed fashion

when did i start to pretend
that i was wrapped up in anything
other than barbed wire

pin-pricked by the vine-fed flowers
i stared into space
the heady, fragrant air
causing the familiar tickle
in the throat

return to sender
all the affections from directions;
matching names and pining poetry
i refuse to believe it's for me --
if i allowed myself the free-spirit of the ego,
i'd soon be the victim,
like so many times before

10:39 p.m. - 2005-04-10

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