I set the table for a banquet of elastic hearts,
push and pull, suspending this high enough
can cause a four letter disaster.
If this isn't what you've been longing for,
then baby, I'm out on a leash.
I can't string words together,
or promise you a green light in the darkness.
So swivel, doll, swivel, till I find the way.
And let me find the way.
A contest entry
- Pain or Love by XxESPNCHICKxX.
600 points, ended January 13, 2008, 82 entries
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