Thinking about you
Is like washing my hands
I touch one foreign thought
And then I wash them with you again
Most germs are harmless
They do me no damage in the least
But the cleansing touch of water ever renews
-my paranoia-
I wash myself with my doubt in your affections
Again and again and again
And soak the body with insecurity
And I will continue fruitlessly till I become pail and wrinkly
I can foresee this fate I face
My completion spoiled by anxiety
The nightmares come true
The germs will make me sick
And then you in dissatisfaction and disgust
Leave me-
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Written January 11th, 2006
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