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trully, madly, deeply (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

I'm a stranger to this sound I'm a stranger to this beat I'm a stranger to this dance When will you believe me? I don't know if you can hear me I'm really a new man Your a beautiful woman I'm saying I'm sorry I forgot how to read Your lips are to tight I know it's my fault I'll shut up and give you a good night Did you forget about me? Wonder where I was? Did you lose me in the dark? Are your eyes filled with puss? I'm the grain of sand Locked in the car Your the sun burning me I gotta get out and run for you Trully, madly, deeply in love Cliche goodness, embracing me with what it does Forgeting, remembering, focusing on you Do you wonder what we were? Because I'm in the past Ok, Forget about the future Forget about the past Just stay with the today Remember to never 'member.

zodiac 11-Nov-05/8:28 AM
Crap. We've finally repeated the word prostitute too many times for me to upload "I LOVE A PROSTITUTE", so here are my answers:

1) I wouldn't call a poem about my wife "I Love an 8-year-old Girl", obviously. If I had an 8-year-old daughter I would love to love her, but I'm afraid my faithlessness and cynicism have made me entirely incapable of love. The irony is Dovina warned me this would happen.

2) The New Testament Marys are Mother of God, Sister of Lazarus and Martha, and the one who found out the tomb was empty. The woman taken in adultery (note-not necessarily a prositute) isn't named, but confuted with the second two Marys by tradition (as are Mary sister of Lazarus and Mary at the Tomb). It's all rather boring and covered at too much length by the ass-ugly so-called novel, The Da Vinci Code.




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