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Of fire, Jack, and psychotic hedgehogs...
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Of fire, Jack, and psychotic hedgehogs... |
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Tan New Member
since 2000-03-05
Posts 7 |
Oh precious, How gracious, vivacious, divine; so glad that your mine. Oh my, my mind, still churning, house burning, Masochist. Poor Jack, forget your prosac? So crazed, deranged, insane. Never forget… Psychotic hedgehog, Have you figured me out yet? |
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Enola Member
since 2000-02-11
Posts 138England |
Cool poem! I love your style - short, to the point and wonderful, just like thre rest of your work. The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition. |
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