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tempted


not knowing who to love
we wandered into this village
following our predicament
and ended up at the station


oh let us have an hour
indulge in free donuts with
boys we mistook for americans
seconds before their departure


well rehearsed groans not even
pleasure is casual these days
we have made it this far by
not giving head to just anyone


way beyond imagination
we take no prisoners today
and let this train - or that one
be our weapon of opportunity

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girlateral
Jun. 8th, 2004 11:41 pm (UTC)
I don't know that much about poetry, but I know I like this.
ste_lo
Jun. 12th, 2004 06:28 pm (UTC)
great
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