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Hangdog
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Hangdog |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Hangdog Like a dog astray after the rain washes away credible evidence of her soft gardenia presence I collected my blurred and rusted poetry for her and ambled my sorry self back home, back up on the shelf return to my idiotic loneliness return of my robotic sadness I'm so astoundingly sorry, baby I'm so abundantly scarred, lady so if you call me back tonight consider it my right to attack the light inside you, the shine of you that has killed me over and over but thrilled me too I'm so angry at you I could cry my heart beating so fast I could die but while we're on the subject my I freely admit this shocking little tidbit tonight I thought it might belittle you just right see, this is what I'm saying to you: take this knife out of my back, I never said I'd die for you I'll take this offensive and sweet message on my machine and put it on repeat listen close and hear the tremor in your voice, not so innocent and clear is it now? Is it now? And tell me how you're sorry now "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
well this stings... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice to read...James |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
This was a nice read; good writing! I thought the imagery was good too. |
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