the throat i seek
he who i do not know peeks
though i am hinding behind myself
another self stares at him standing in an angle of the farmer
the throat i slice
he who i do know puts on more spice
i say the spice causes tears down my cheeks
and he i do not know if i do know gives me a potion of tricks
oh help me myself i cry
though nobody hears it while every body hears it within
then i take a hike a hike from the whole
i come out and
Posted on June 18, 2007 at 7:14am —
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