I will not listen to you Much longer Gypsies danced in your mind and I was held responsible For their damage. You tried so hard To hold me by the throat and it frightened me Minds and paths that perhaps Should never of crossed. Pain means nothing when words are the swords you drew you tempted, tantalized trying to squeeze me trying to deny me the sanity I know so well. 7.16.96
Reason for writing:
A moments brush with the reality of deceit~
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