CLOTH OF ABSOLUTE HYSTERIA

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I won't kiss him but I love him

I won't miss him either but I'd bounce his head

off a wall for leaving

this is a sadistic romance of dire and desperate

deceiving

to my battered breast, he soon won't be cleaving

over his emotion ridden corpse I won't be grieving

with such a pained thought in my pocket my stomach  

has started heaving

absolute hysteria, that for you I am weaving.........

(written June 15,1992 am)






Author's Notes/Comments: 

pretty stupid but oh well..........

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