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Of The River |
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Elias Nevermore Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 152 |
When did it abrupt? I thought I felt it convalesce, or so I thought? When did the edge of reason become a literal expression of blood? I swear it not, but curse my soul to drown within its self. Madness, my dear, I shed a regard. Tears alone lack emotion, or would you rather float? Upon the vessel I create, splurge the raw of your meandering. Emote. Or else, I am spent needlessly on empty. So, might I suggest another anecdote for your arousing consumption? I do not dare it my words. Smile instead, drink the devil’s liquor. Let your veins run gold, until barren desires overcome. Replace the blood spilt long ago with a new-found God. Madness, I beg of you, stupor. And once the head has fallen off its axis, check your pulse. Breathe in certainty, while I hinge upon a final thought. Dissonance. When did I abrupt? |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Oh, I like it! Enjoyed. -Trina. |
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crosscountry83 Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 345 |
Oooh, very unique. <--- And I mean that. I can't wait to go read more of yours. |
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