Another round, please?

May 30, 2008
Dissect Me.
Discover Me.
Invade Me.
My thoughts are yours to scramble.
Pick me apart.
Leave me nothing to ponder.
My door is always open.
You know the way.
You’ve been there many times before.
My mind is an open bar
Have all the drinks you’d like
Get drunk off my ideas
Have a hangover with my emotions.
Do as you wish.
I will quench your thirst.

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