Dark Poetry #2 |
Hotel Coffee |
BitterSmoke Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 54 |
I knew a woman. Her tongue was like sandpaper. She drank double vodkas straight. Her hands could have belonged to Jesus. Her eyelids were blue and her cheeks were red. She did not want the light on. I hate hotel coffee. |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Wow i really liked this one. A true piece of contemporary poetry.....wonderful! I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Ineresting, in a good way. Creative. I like. Joy |
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