Open Poetry #29 |
laughs |
pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
dressed in lackness. face without creation. skin- curveless simplicity. another ordinary being. tossed over asphalt, to subsist. defied by reality yet, somehow completely real. i feed from your pain. suffer with your struggle. create from your misery. and you are so many, i could never run out of laughs. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I really enjoyed the read. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"i feed from your pain. suffer with your struggle. create from your misery. and you are so many, i could never run out of laughs. " ...woah |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
excellent |
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