Friday, May 28, 2010

Nail

I Still remember your fingers on me,
Punched through
My mind,
Nails
Scratching, scratching
Whore, whore, whore
A pearl no more,
Stole you, stole your sweet.

So long ago I left,
But,
When it's dark
I hear Scratchin'
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