Marvin Gaye Gene PoolA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionThis is my first draft of this particular piece. I just wanted to do something COMPLETELY different. Sometimes I don't like rhyming because it's harder for the reader to grasp the point. Hopefully, the point is plain here.Perhaps to play up the pain induces involuntary, unconditional intimacy in the pleasure. Sometimes surreal exists there... between those two places, chasing toxic purple clouds high over heroin seas. Perhaps to play up the pain induces involuntary, unconditional intimacy, and it's so f*****g great there! We make love long enough to evade the heartache of either of us, wishing we didn't have verse two already written. Way up there, with our noses open, dripping... Ooh, baby, I need another hit. I need to remember this... feeling forever, for my own faith in a high(er) power.... sooooo hiiiiighhhh.... and perhaps to play up the pain induces involuntary, unconditional intimacy. Doesn't it feel good? Take a hit and.... ahhhhh.... before tomorrow never comes. © 2008 Mr. Deft DictionReviews
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