Open Poetry #20 |
-We can hardly count- |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
I want to write like an open wound could no one can stare and prepare the untapped hood of a dark dressing room with the stains on the ceiling of a cremated superstar lost without a meaning gravy sort of human be(ing) was there supposed to be a story telling need my patient preist my pregnant pun the certain arch to my back an opening called a mouth as wide as any vow now let the sound show you how no longer afraid of the dark |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
She said burn ... together. |
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DestinysCharm Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 90 |
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