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Post by Freedom on Oct 12, 2009 20:53:06 GMT -5
Junkie on a String June 1989
Spreading her thighs on a dead afternoon bucket on a string comes down the Sid & Nancy people rejoice and run a cold dim lit room the stainless steel smile in goes the needle shooting the orgasm spasm she falls to the ground in love with the high on the ground she quivers in a trance she flies the persona, the puppet on a string a junkie with her favorite fling a puppet on a string the clowns begin to laugh with feet nailed firm and deep the rose garden sweet smell blood on their hands plastic reality living lives in ignorant pain
the life lived as a tulip in the field now the lust blood is dripping from your teeth you keep shooting that junk deep in your vein your love is a steal your shoes show scars of neglect your body is perfect, surreal take me in your arms sweet warchild teach me surrender to join the troops plunder my veins with your milk and honey
You leave me lying dry... out in the sun wishing i was crazy for the fruit of life lick up the juice one day closer to death and satisfied.
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