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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005

Yet

Interminably Consternation

How she lies
It kept me under
I turned my mind
Into a hole in the ground
Now I am a virus
I infect her
Well I lost my way
Missed the cities and crowds
My target I found
When I smile
I feel her shiver
Like a feather
Stuck inside a flame
She is three steps from the grave
Yet I still hold her
That fee she's yet to pay

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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