Hands of time rests,
Space freezes,
Mind falls into a coma,
and body in sudden soma.
You-- walking by for three seconds,
seems a decade-- as I reckon.
It's like I'm always on call,
to be under your control
Where you always press pause,
and that! is probably the real cause.
Yeah!-- maybe that's it.
Toying with me must be a treat.
I wish you'd pour grease
on this entwined tongue.
Confession is never a breeze,
And wounds WILL last long.
09/13/11
-AMP-
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