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Untitled
Contributed by
manasto
on
Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 03:16:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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It hit me as if I were a nail, I cannot flow, or bounce, but must crawl; as if I were a- worm with a shell.
They say to me: Whose words these are I think I know, good, but it was so long back. Plus, my voice scratches when I sing- it must show up that way on paper, too (enough to where theyd point it out).
Do they want me to ballad it out, pick the weapon: pen and paper, synonyms- no ass-onance though.
It seems so dreary now, we should just leave- paragraphs to fiction.
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