works archive added8 12 2001

7 23 2001 now those clothes smell sweet like flesh the body outline still on my bed your memory on the tip of the tongue that loving embrace and the words in my ear you're sixteen a master of disguise used, abused and left aching for more lies a heavenly scent saturated my soul so i've found... ignorance is bliss and i'll just leave it alone a month and i'm gone and i'll just leave it alone...