Take all this trash and throw it <br />away, and the stink of this place <br />makes me sick, or ill. <br /> <br />signs, <br />symptoms, <br />of a washed up love, <br />thanks for that used condom, <br />of love. <br /> <br />old hurts, new hurts, mixed states <br />of a small dessert, and a snapshot <br />of this social rhythm, , of a picture <br />of me, with out you. <br /> <br />signs, <br />symtoms, <br />of a washed up love, <br />just wonted to say thanks for <br />that used condom of love.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanks-for-that-used-condom-of-love/
