Come touch me baby in his waking dream disordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegel and that will hurt your mind I can't remember when you were unkind but I will clear that block, I'll set you on fire along with our babies to save them up the high & ruined stairs, my growing daughters. I am insane, I think, they say & act so. But then they let me out, and I must save them, High fires will help, at this time, in my affairs. I am insane, I know and many of my close friends were half-sane I see the rorschach for the dead on its way Prop them up! Trade us a lesson, pour me down a sink I swear I'll love her always, like a drink Let pass from me this cup
Added: 5 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 6:18 PM | Viewed: 2281 times
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