Entered 11/04/2012
Who's who in poetry
Though your lips are moving
I think you are quite dead
Being late I'm seeing
What might have been said
There must be a computer glitch
I can't lose all the information
The vitals are in a similar hitch
Your death a total realization
The creamy pink buds are so wet
They quirk and jest and smile
Though they are stonily set
I know they spoke a lot for awhile
I want to puff inside
I need to set your frame anew
To find out how you lied
To find out what you knew
Nothing sticks to you
Were we ever soul mates
Whatever could I do
To find out how those lips taste
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