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Serpent
Contributed by
woodymiles
on
Wednesday, 16th September 2009 @ 02:48:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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There is a dark serpent in my stomach
It steels my food;
My waking moments;
Haunts my dreams;
Hides my memories;
It hisses in my conscience
And lays waste my childhood.
I am but a shadow in a dark prison.
I was once a son,
An innocent open vessel
Possessed only by my own creation
And the inevitable assassination
Of wasted breath.
Copyright ©
woodymiles
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2009-09-16 02:48:56]
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Re: Serpent
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by TsunamiWaverider on
Wednesday, 16th September 2009 @ 03:06:09 AM AEST
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| Deep, but well written. Btw...you meant 'steals'. |
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Re: Serpent
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by mousie224 on
Wednesday, 16th September 2009 @ 04:04:35 AM AEST
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| sort of scary, y' know?
but still great! |
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Re: Serpent
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by spud on
Wednesday, 16th September 2009 @ 07:44:08 AM AEST
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Very dark, but well crafted.
Keep the faith!
Tommy
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