an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Looking for something?

by brown cow

My stomach turns with every word you speak

You are the opitimy of weak

You stand there and stare

You stare at me as if I owe you something

Didn't your mom ever tell you

"Staring is impolite"

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