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Post by Pseudomuse on May 3, 2005 9:42:09 GMT -8
not sure how much I like it but I thought I'd post it anyway.
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a figure of speech
i can’t help but realize the bloody remembrances of heartfelt apologies that slipped off the tongue sugary like coke watching you slit your wrist with a pipe wrench cause me to run close enough for you to singe my flesh with words of water and all the hyperboles you left at my side crumbled and died before i could choke on dirty soaking parting words you downed like a pint of gold and with all your heart you found the dart the pricked your passion and laid the ground work for the lies you so often spoke and somehow you managed to use the giver of life to drown us both
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Post by ScarletMornings on May 3, 2005 19:31:13 GMT -8
i don't know. that was amazing.
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Post by Pseudomuse on May 3, 2005 21:18:00 GMT -8
you feel the same. this poem just came out. I started typing and voila it appeared. I actually rhymed. Wow...yeah...I write wierd.
Thanks for the review.
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