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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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INSATIATE Immoral, insatiate. Always needing more, Feed me! Fill me! Grind your withering body through these dripping channels of lust. Dare you try to slake this need? I shall bleed you I shall absorb your love, your will, your life. Never enough! Never close to enough! Go away, you're useless to me now. Red letters, White lies. Michael R. Anderson [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 12-21-1999).] |
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Fairy Colours Member
since 1999-12-02
Posts 169Sunrise,Fl,US |
Your work always has such powerful images. This is good. --A Little Fairy-- |
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starboards Member
since 1999-10-14
Posts 467longwood, florida |
Yes, good work michael...as always. I can sense bitterness in this poem, why?? Ashley "I wont look back, I wont regret, though it hurts like hell someday I will forget" |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
I cannot help but notice the alphabetical reference my friend. I must concur.  Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© ------------------------------------------------------- "Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change..." Count Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade (Marquis de Sade) |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Powerful....I'm with DE....I must concur. I would hate to be the person you wrote this about! Sucks to be them..... I could see you on a stage, in the spotlight reading this....(clapping loudly with applause!) |
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For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
I wish I could feel this hatred you felt.. but I cannot even rise to that anymore.. life seems vaguely worth the effort anymore.. all I think ...if that is what anyone would call it.. isis the lay lines of void... being nothing.. yet death isn't something I welcome..no more than I fear it... sometimes I wonder... and I see I believe ther is truly very little left of me.. |
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