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Friday, May 28, 2010

Comfort In a wafer

I sit at my party of one

Basking in the glow of my self loathing

Seeking comfort

You are there

Waiting in our secret place

The high place

You invite a friend to come with you

I go pick you up for our private party

We enter my room and I can’t wait to get to you

Your insides call me to lick you out

You are my Peanut butter wafer and cold glass of milk

My comfort in a wafer.

1 comment:

  1. Strange....very strange...I prefer my comfort in chocolate!