Covet

Covet

A Poem by EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS
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reuploading once again... its one of those 55 word things....

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 “I cannot contain my lust!” he screamed from his side of the street.

She glanced up, “What have I told you about talking to strangers?”

“They shouldn’t answer when provoked?” he played along.

“And the fact that they can smell fear.”

The pair then began staring at their newly-formed audience, darting back to the woodwork.

 

© 2008 EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS


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