Open Poetry #25 |
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Writing With No Thought |
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sperarifraai Member
since 2003-03-06
Posts 65Ireland |
Lars was a metal sculptor from Oberszme He had a fake lollipop Which he would lick every single day And the drapes don’t have to hover down And you don’t have to crumble Since you said aloud Nobody is pulling me astray I’m falling straight to pieces Let my soul drain through my bones My own perceptions of what I live Is another traffic street For you or me Crunch some bones at the hillsbury tower And the man with…. Sperari |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very interesting. But I enjoyed the write. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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