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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Grass grows slow And doesn't live long The day grass dies It goes away They see me Insider tight squeeze Pinch inside bloody choke I'm not Jesus Rockstar back from the dead Its an honor to know you Tenor strangle jerked below Clever, clever isn't it? Sheep in the flock Wanna play? Get some sleep in the playpen I'm so gentle and nice I move like a cloud Harsh clouds that rain in Newberg Flocks of angels with fluttering wings all at once Gold goblets for us to share Drink and share coffee burning Fires and rot Corrosive collapse Dangling on a chord of death Covered by the grass and a rock So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
I move like a cloud too. Cool write. Wicked title and first stanza. Layers. (  , I've never said layers before).Hollow. Courts. Come on God, do I seem bulletproof? |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Layers of what...? God bless, -GIS So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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