Autumn, Child of

Millington, Michael

English

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MANUSCruVffi==============================================~Glass on TequilaHave a drink on me.He said with a kiss.Cold heart, cold bottlewarm liquid, warm tearsstream downinto her bleeding soul.Have a drinkand die for me.Time Has PassedFuzzy sightbright headlightspiercing her blank mind.Numbness never felt so good.Wood splitsas glass shattersupon her dead soul.Numbness never felt so dead.And the days continue without youMuch to my surprise, andMuch to my relief/A bitter smileduring the painful tears.Black on blackred on pale pinksilk, satin and wood.Church bells sings theirdeath song.He slithers by,cooing like a dove.Have a drink on me.When you left me mentally, andI left you physically, I feltBoth upset and relievedUpset because you had left, butRelieved that I had left.You'd smile if you read thisI was always so analyticalYou were always so analyticalWe analyzedEverything--Child of AutumnWe'd deduct and induct andGeneralize and strategize andpostulate and demonstrate andresolve and refute andspeculate and then masturbateour own egos into orgasmbecause we had won by making each otherlose,hurt,andforeign.--Michael Millington18~~================================================

Glass on Tequila / Time Has Passed

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Glass on Tequila / Time Has Passed

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