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Wither (Free verse) by agent008

I?m at a loss of drunken motion, Tasting pillowed lips? potion. Taking on a whole new light of fear, When you are there, I am near. Lay your hand upon my withered head. Brush away my loneliness. Turn my water into wine. Let us drink away this ignorance. One more time ? Open my mind by turning the key. One more touch ? Dying with quivering ecstasy.

-=SeTTle=- 16-Jul-02/10:12 PM
008 was an asshole. He doublecrossed 007.




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