Worshipping shed skins
And the million pins
I gave to You
To stick not in your wrist
But all the places I've kissed
Pushed in the thorns
Red streaks on your arms
I did not mean to do harm
But now I do
I hate You
All would be well
If You just went to hell
On a wednesday
Blood saturated with milk
Hair spread out like silk
Like we planned
Like You promised
I didn't notice my kryptonite eyes
A green coating of imaginary lies
But now I do
I love You
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Written August 13th, 2005
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