Thursday, December 04, 2008


When she came back from the army
I always thought she would get tired of me
And cut me down with her sniper skills

Instead she took my pen
And stabbed
My back with it

I wonder if I still have the scars

I laid on our bed
And told her
I would get
Ink poisoning
Told her I was going to die

She began to cry
Like the time when
I was outsmarted
By a dog & ended up
With a hole in my head

She kissed me
She kissed every
Open wound
She made love to me

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