Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Hard: On

Much like an erection,
You don't stand tall for long.
Softened and weak,
You lay in defeat,
Pondering the next conquest
Of which I am not
A part of.
I don't cry for you anymore.

(yes I do)

April 16, 2007

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