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Crock Pinch |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Fun and joy Smiling happy The sun shinning brightly Beachball but its all red Promise of a game well spent Perfect wind from salty water While you lie in the sand ..."a cover-up" Light a spark Set a flame Light me on fire Let me burn Doused with gas Tied to a pole Wooden so it burns too This torch in the night Lights the way I can see clearly now The truth of certain death Roused by flickering You come and see Look at me Hot coals touch your feet And you realize... My pole breaks Splits over On top of me Burning My weight body swelling Bloated, inflamed, dying Slender sway This death I hang Remember the neon green Your tingling sensation All the feelings Tense teeter toiling Mirage of fire He saves We will always die One after another With the option of good death Or bad death John 12:25 He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. |
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