Ideas do not belong to anyone
they float around up there like angels.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Something lost

Stolen trinkets
time to time haunt me
you stole this from me
sex was stolen too
you took from me
the single thing
i could never take from you
my pride is lost
and all this gain
is just for naught
all silly soul pain
stolen trinkets
like this key
that you have taken
from its lock
and thrown into the sea

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