feelin sad and low

for far too long

the siren song

draws cold water

to my wrists

and is kissed in blood

mine

dug out

dug on

hated

feted

fated

to tellin one too many lie

and puttin downwith

a sardonic

frown

this manic

miasmic clown

needs some lovin too

form you or you

and she

willnot

be so hot to my trot

unless

i listen and see

and keep the mystery

in her kilt

and in being

felt

trhe desire

to kiss her too

for shelley nit nots!

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