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Finesse and Sturdy Legs
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Finesse and Sturdy Legs |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
Blank Breech Starch Lurk Inside And I found her She oozed with steel Onward forward Deeply and lightly My blood A dragon I speak fire Jelly causes sores I'm sore all over and nowhere Tender cuts of love Disection Is it she Could she love me Can she love me Shell after shell It hurts to think And I ponder at the wonder In plural Does she pray? Am I prey? The strength of reality Demands honesty This path in a shovel Of crazy... It hurts to think... There are no salts In my tears Rebel Solstice ignorant Equinox God doesn't wear socks Cotton doesn't declare war Rabbits and bunnies run swiftly Bushy tails and eyes And secrete secrets Words of war Trap, Keep the flies In my jar Slowly remove the lid And breathe spiders With eight legs And silky Shinny Moist Webs Its time for a bloody feast Does she pray? Am I prey? The strength of reality demands honesty and this path is in a shovel... |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Now this I like! Not all but certainly parts of it, for instance: "She oozed with steel" "God doesn't wear socks Cotton doesn't declare war" Fantastic lines I'm sure you won't mind me stealing. Just kidding, good stuff! |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
Yeah, I think God's feet must be rather raw... -pyre Does she pray? Am I prey? The strength of reality demands honesty and this path is in a shovel... |
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