Dark Poetry #3 |
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Keep on Truckin'. |
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Kaoru![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow ![]() |
Give me ten give me twenty, you must be angry, and that's alright. liquid lines, and vinyl dancing. We were sharing pore, for pore. we can't hold hands in public, they consider it germ transferring. will you ride with me along the interstate? We could reach our destinations quite quickly if we pedal together and he loves me he loves me not. they've forgotten the casual way in which we can breathe eachother in without having to catch our.. Numbers slipping off of our tongues like spit. We'll roll, oh yeah, and keep on truckin'. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
interesting. I found some lines humorous even. Maybe I'm just weird. I loved this piece. The whole..he loves me he loves me not part was nice. ![]() |
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22NICK22 Member
since 2003-05-29
Posts 54 |
great poem, very interesting |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
keep on keepin on, like this alot! "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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