Working for a living
by anonymous

Paper cut on my perfect skin
The looks you'd give to me
slow like me
A mind of a whore
counting change as seconds drip into minutes
sweat accumulates interest bearing
Its heat was no different than that of those dialated green eyses
experience is everything here
its own reward, the same returning to the same

Written October 28, 2002, 2:46 pm
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