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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA 
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22 April 02 Philosphy major Child of the stars Pours a glass of milk Over her scars Cat's meow Licking insatiable wounds Telephone conversation Frequency raping Her bruises He laughs At her sharp tongue She laps up His wit Her heart A shrinking violet Determined to flirt With the thoughts Of him never calling her back But really doesn't surprise her When it's his voice She hears calling her In the middle of the Dark waiting room of her soul But he'll just have to wait Till it's his turn To have his number called... |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
lost among the Light. . . yes, I'm wondering why my ticket says 3,459. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I enjoyed this write of yrs, Kristen, but do you think "raping" is the best word for this poem? I know what you're trying to get at, but the idea of raping bruises ... it doesn't work. Unless this poem is, indeed, about rape, but I saw it more about a relationship's inner disintegration. I dunno, I just think rape is such a powerful word, that all the words around it just call attention to it that much more. It threatens to swallow the poem up. Oh well. Whatever you do with it, I enjoyed. Mikey Said if I only could ... |
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