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Aorta

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Chameleon
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0 posted 09-10-2003 07:33 AM       View Profile for Chameleon   Email Chameleon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Chameleon

Aorta

Beautiful abortion, keeping the flaws from defect.
Debunking the bigots, dancing with fire and eyes.
Pull away from revulsion, death with his stillborn gun.
Beautiful abortion from our sons and daughters,
death waving with his still born gun and stigmatised androids.


There used to be a place for us in my aorta...
Trash fusion and blending colour...
still dispossessed, you'll never know or have the vague idea.


Tickle on the table, dripping with circumstance.
Umbilical splinters eventually cum out like stains.
weren't you were wishing he was shooting pre-adolescent blanks?
Keep on guessing all the problems, dancing with what you feel.
See what you want to see, cuz if you wanted me there, i would've only been a smear.


NOW I am lost
OH so desparately lost (roll eyes).

There used to be a place for us in my aorta...
Trash fusion and blending colour...
Still dispossessed you'll never know.


NOW I am lost
OH so desparately lost (roll eyes).

This feels so wrong.
how far do you think it will long?
Spare another hour. Stuck to you.
before the sugar sours.

what did I say, so wrong?
Find me in chrome and in song;
losing me second by second,
through the phone- in the tones- vanishing alone.
This is wrong. No needed longer to be strong.
Hand over the controls.

Trash fusion and blending colour.
Frozen cherry popsicle love i offer.
Trash fusion and blending colour.

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green_itchy_stuff
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1 posted 09-11-2003 12:46 PM       View Profile for green_itchy_stuff   Email green_itchy_stuff   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for green_itchy_stuff

There must be alot of psychos in this site, because for this to be 4 from the bottom and not have any responses is insane.  This sounded like a marylin manson song.  Great write.

GIS

a trickle of music from a well
let it spill and roar like hell!

{Lord knows Im a VOODOO CHILD}-JIMI

 
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