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The heart of self destruction

Member since 2002 · Posted 20 Jul 2002 · Edited 9 Nov 2002 · 5 comments

Your heart belongs to her, Described(by you)as your brown-eyed Sweetly naive french girl. You speak tenderly of her As we lie Flushed and moist; Guilt slowly covering our naked bodies Like a prudish blanket. How I am wronging this innocent stranger. I shall be The faceless assassin of her heart.

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[n/a] beakism 8-Sep-02/3:56 AM Reply

line five, I think what you actually mean is 'as we lie'.
lie (lying; lay; lain) : to be or to stay at rest in a horizontal position; rest, recline...
lay (laid) : to put or set down.
speak is in the present tense, so apparently you and your friend are laying eggs while you speak tenderly.

[10] ==Doylum › beakism 13-Sep-02/12:18 PM Reply

It would lose other meanings if she changed it dufus boy.

[10] ==Doylum 20-Jul-02/7:59 AM Reply

phoar, lovely

[9] Dan garcia-Black 9-Nov-02/12:16 AM Reply

Fine imagery. What you mean to say is understood without the (by you).
Been on both sides of this one. Painful but real.

[7] Caducus 15-Nov-02/9:17 AM Reply

'the faceless assassin of her heart' that did it for me - 7

well done indeed and i'm in a bad mood