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Nov 23, 2006 03:31

My feet walk themselves to your door.
My knuckles knock the knotted wood.
I open my mouth, to tell you.
You grab my tongue between your fingers.

My eyes grew flat and wet.
Watering your sneer.
I put my foot behind me.
And you kicked the back of my knee.

Bodies begging on the carpet.
I am down and devoted.
You stood over me,
Where we wanted me to

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purestglory November 29 2006, 02:19:32 UTC
My knuckles knock the knotted wood.

i love that line.

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