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Her wrists bleed for the attention.
I sit back and watch discretion
at this old film that I in wide-screen,
and in Hi-Def, but for the love scenes.
Go through the and hit the lights, sweet.
Ill to the front of the diocese.
big, and slowly turn frantic,
as ocean takes us both captive.

So she stands,
a purse of razorblades,
her cell phone, and some bandages.
Shes calling in her last chance on boy,
whos his way to a smile.
And, it could take Jesus to us both
because my innocence has been in you.

Bare shoulder up against the glass;
Im sorry doll, but I gotta for class.
Just hard for the return of 'us,'
and suggestive words fueled by lust.
But she bled all the scriptures,
in my bed, and on my demeanor.
Im steps of her in conscience,
thanks, in part, to crucifix on my neck.

And, some day, the sun might just again...