Outstretched,
Across The Midnight Sky,
You're Paper Thin,
And There's A Thousand Reasons Why.
Coveted,
Your In High Demand,
But I Can See, It Is Raining, Man.
So Here I Am,
In All My Glory,
Glistening In The Night Of You,
As I Lay Upon Your Wet Blades Of Grass,
I Can Feel You Prickle All Through My Back.
Touche,
You Grimace When I'm Weak This Way
So I've Succumbed
To The Nausea You Crave
And Starve You Out For A Couple More Days.
Why Do You Run,
When I Show My Wicked Ways,
I Thought You Loved,
When I Play With You This Way!

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