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Spuddette
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since 2008-07-03
Posts 112
England

0 posted 2008-07-06 11:41 AM



My thoughts trickle into words
Like wolves feet
Barely heard
My lament is discreet
It paces in a yawn
Warmed by your sheepish heat
Fed by your shudder
Sinking into your forbidden form
My eyes gnaw at your nerves
Tear at your benevolent meat.
My thoughts stretch into lanky words
Like adolescent shadows
They stoop moodily
And lick your retreat.

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BluesSerenade
Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549
By the Seaside
1 posted 2008-07-06 11:52 AM


My lament is discreet
It paces in a yawn

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Ooooooooooo, this is spooky good.
I'm captivated by the fearless undertones in which you write of.



2islander2
Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825
by the sea
2 posted 2008-07-06 12:12 PM


Very nice words, I enjoyed.

   yann

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California
3 posted 2008-07-06 07:11 PM


Very interesting write Spudette. I like the undertones as well.
                                    Ida

XGarapanX
Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435
Antarctica
4 posted 2008-07-09 10:46 AM


Yipe! lol! I feel violated!

·´~`·­»Garapan«­·´~`·

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