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Love in the Tropics (Free verse) by Fear of Garbage

It is a violent thing that posesses you here. we are skilled but you are anxious and waiting with something hard. i think it will hurt. you cannot be so heartbroken as to let this go by. i remind you of her. black hair, put that knife on the floor. i've just met you, and it is a violent thing between us. you do not trust me, but I do not love you. there is something underneath, something hot and white or dark, you know what it is and it makes your muscles cry with heartache. there's a knife on the floor. I'm tied and sweating, happy and wet but I'll never forgive you for this.

Bill Z Bub 21-Sep-03/7:50 PM
pick up the knife
and cut those ropes




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