Monday, November 16, 2009

Pull me up, brush me off
but step on me, shove me soft
beat me up, throw me down
kiss me rough, play around

pulling hard, shifting rocks
climate now from tick to tock
clocks away, time to play
tease me rightly, now use me lightly

i push away, u pull up front
tears of pity grow and plump
lasting memories, forgetting lies
shifting voices, change in size

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