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far but close

Member since 2003 · Posted 20 Jul 2003 · 3 comments

I look out my window. i see the sky, tis' a distant field. remembering a girl, like a widdow. hurt so deeply. It was easy for him. now hard for me. She is, like the sky, so far from me. Yet so close to my heart!

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[6] horus8 20-Jul-03/8:00 PM Reply

in a Bar with glen close (Freed nurse) by gatogordo OBGYN

I look out my vagina.
i see the Dr., tis' a distant mustache.
Aiming at a girl,
with a pillow.
hung so testicularly.
It was soft for him.
but now it's hard for me.
She is, like a pie,
steaming in a window.
ready to get fingered!

[n/a] Bill Z Bub › horus8 20-Jul-03/9:55 PM Reply

I want to steal those last three lines...
like a pie
steaming in a window
ready to get fingered

ym.

though she really is also like the sky,
an alibi,
or a drive-by.

cut me down
in a hail of mary's

[7] richa 21-Jul-03/6:37 AM Reply

A little lacking but reads well and the final three lines closes it well