the time we spent together
was sometimes intense
and also hard,
but never boring
like a big wet fart.
i can smell and feel you,
rising up to my head,
not infiltrating my brain
but my soul instead.
my mind is clear,
my breath is clean
i won't fear
what your death will mean
to me.
*sniff sniff*
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Edited by etschloch at 10:07 GMT, 24th Sep 2005 - 4558 Hits

