Soft words and a Prozac smile-
the world floats by on a twilight high.
Beckoning cries from across the hall-
try to ignore everything that you saw.
Buttery taste slides down inside-
sustains you at first, then nearly eats you alive.
(c)copyright 1999
Reason for writing:
It's all in my head-and a little FYI-the last poem didn't "take" for some reason.??
Birth sign: Taurus
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