[Taylor]: 628.Poetry.Blur

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2007-04-20 02:53:18

[Taylor]: 628.Poetry.Comfort me

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About a hooker (not me, okay?)

Open the door and find the drawer
The one that sits close to the floor
Find the bottle and hold on tight
To prepare for another drunken night
Drink the last of it and wipe the sting from your lips
As his hands caress along your hips
Fuck the pain away and cover it with pleasure
Hoping that tonight It's you he'll treasure.

2007-04-25 kumquat: _{Excellent.

The last two lines are my favourites.

:) lindenxxx}

2007-04-25 Taylor: Thanks. I didn't think it ended the poem very well, but I guess it does :]