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| Dark Poetry #3 |
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leafseranade Member
since 2001-07-06
Posts 118Wisconsin, USA |
it always depresses me to see you within motionless motion like two snakes bleeding slithering their scars trailing a wave pattern of red wondering where the pain left off when the desert stops and the prarie weed begins |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Some really vivid imagery here. The last line seems a little odd. Perhaps I am not familiar with the expression "prairie weed" but it does have some rather interesting connotations. If it has something to do with drugs then you ought to be congradulated for creating a last line that shows how truly irresolvable the situation the speaker discusses here is. If not then my interpretation is VERY much at fault "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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