Sponge

January 31, 2014

Your love coursed through me

As if you had no shame

Yanking my bare skin

Into your lap

What am I to you?

I- I just love you so

And it crushes me

I devour my heart

I am sponge

The wet sponge buffer

Between the innocent man

And the claws of the electric throne

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