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| Dark Poetry #5 |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
The scent of raw fish What a delicious dish When bills are unpaid I'll feast on fish Until we've been frayed Where Death's breath has made Silent 2 fish Temporary on dish Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
I don't know what you were trying to say here, but what I got was something about money matters and and how it's only temperary? Can't say, but I liked reading this anyways, I love it when I'm forced to think :-) Good write. |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
its about sack love. Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
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