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Junkyard Day |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Slag lined Jagged thoughts Erupted once And now Bare souls slice On the leavings Scraped from that plate To the floor As scraps the cur In us could feed on. Fetid The attempt to roll Across the rocks And cover our own Putrid odor With that of yet Another. Go ahead… Lie to me again. Go ahead… Tell me it doesn’t matter Or that matter doesn’t Care for then… Dog that I am Rarely bites the feeding Hand |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Ouch. You DO have a way...  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Do have a way? lol.. some ways are better left undone..it would seem... or at least at times it would seem that way. thanks for the read K |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I sure can relate to this one. Vivid and sad. |
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Ishmael Member
since 2003-06-01
Posts 51 |
Yeah, I can smell this one. The dog rolling about in a scent masking scent.... So vividly that you must forgive my saying that this actually stinks. Ish |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Gee, I used to like junkyards (of course, that was before they became machine recycling centers).  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
dang! |
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