Dark Poetry #4 |
Whacha listenin to? |
John B Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 68Texas, USA |
clear blue skies i know this like the back of my hand the burning sun and the whereabouts of a bathe on my mind is this me or this you falling into deep depression at the sight of trip wire it's begging me to come close "use your feet, use your trust" so i get up and walk a little further to trip over |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
That was cool. It was weird. It was like I could see straight into your head. Like the poem was a window to your mind. Thats cool. -GIS Corruption is caused by holes in obedience to God. |
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