Sunday, July 29, 2007
I Was A Basket Filled With Holes, And He Was The Sand I Tried To Hold... Comments
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Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
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7/19/2025 9:03:52 PM # 1.0.0
was a basket filled with holes, and he was the sand I tried to hold... mind blowing metaphor...of mans misplaced masculinity..leaving behind a postured pathos for posterity.. i take the womans side of the story...