27 June, 2011

A Mental Crime of Passion

Geordie Kline

The money is for your body
no currency for your soul
The mask that hides
protects to cajole
an emptiness haunting
emotions in despair
an incall or outcall depending on your lair
i am here for a trick
neatly packaged treat
i cannot feel anything but the pull of my retreat
Beautiful eyes that can”t see
a perfect smile to hide behind
substitute my body
you will never want my mind

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