you've got a cunt, but sometimes it's all you've got

Vagina-wearer, like a badge
you rip so many hearts to shreds
and leave them
quiet by the roadside
one more victory march
one more chance to wait in line
to find the next one to
leave behind
like so much ash in the
palm of your hand
we�re fading faster than you
can imagine and soon
there�ll be nothing left of any of us
and maybe then you�ll settle down some
and smiling, meaning it.

Not just for kicks anymore.

2004-02-27 | 2:57 p.m.
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