by Cassandra Hilton

Created on: September 07, 2007

Twisted just like gray lovers under the covers
I will love you until the end
And we will dry up like prunes
The paper stickers on our curves will wrinkle up and fall
Like our worn skin and this is where life begins for us
We're young and smooth just like a pear in a basket, in kitchens
Like neglected fruit we'll lie with memories of lips and teeth and tongues
Munching on a granny apple
I'll be an old maid and you'll be the old man down the block
So how about it, old man?
Together 'till the end?

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