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Selling My Soul
At 5:49 p.m. on 2003-02-21


I'm furious

You spend all your time with her

Why not me?

Why didn't I see that I could never get you out of my system, even if I tried?

Why is it that you seem to run in my very veins?

Why does she persist so, why doesn't she go away?

Find someone else

Leave us alone

To mend, to get somewhere..

Do you even want to though...I guess that is the question.

I miss you so much.

I don't know how I managed without you.

I wish I could sell my soul, just to have you back.

Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12

Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday




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