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Erikh -> Not exactally sexual! (11/2/2009 3:08:56 PM)
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Can't you look and see
What this is you do to me?
'Go away' my constant plea
To which you simply decree
"There is no you without me"
Somewhere in fields of debris
Debris which you can't see
Somewhere buried inside me
Even you are more me then me
At least to a modest degree
But to you yourself we keep
Keep alone
Alone waiting on others to reap
Reap bountiful love that is me
Not the shadows you see
See the essence of me a jubilee
Not pessimism you set free
You yourself in turn in me
Or can you simply not see
When you are buried deep
Deep within me
There I feel tears seep
From you they fall to me
But not from me you see....
For what else can you be?
Then another part of me.
The world just can't see
You my hidden part of me
Unless of course you sleep
That everyone can see
Absense a peep
A peep of a truthful me
You I wish I could set free
You my white wailing banshee
What I am sure you will agree
-That I can without you be me
Without me you no one can see-
You my little bourgeoisie
Adrift along in a dead sea
Simple to an adequate degree
But like any black sheep
Within you doubt will creep
Creep deep
Accept you to a tolerable degree
But in reality you don't know me
...I understand thee
You simply disagree
With all that can see
You are weak, you will flee
But maybe you can see
That I myself am anarch..
And no place for one like thee
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