Mean Time

The purity in dreaming
The mean time as a quarantine
Suppose there is no difference
And phone sex is eternal
love
The promise in our yearning
The mean time
is a quarantine
And the body parts can mix
And you
fail to make her hard

And you’ll never found out
if this one’s love
Once you’ve dried out a river

And you’ll never found out if this one’s love
So take my heart in the mean time

Will the next love

be the real one

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~ by iconoplastic on July 26, 2006.

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