Its contagious and stupid
and yet I fall for it every time.
So intoxicating and putrid,
you make me want you to be mine.
But at the end of the day,
I cannot match your price
and so I go and listen to his words,
sipping on wine made of rice.
SITB
Friday, May 29, 2009
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