Paint Chips That Taste Like Lead

A Poem by Marilyn My Bitterness

Because confusion is my middle name

And playing games is my forte

Trifling matters of lust untouched

Yearning for a life of something sane

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Added on February 20, 2008

I eat. I sleep. I write. I call people names. I see you are jealous. That's common. ;D more..

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