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ON THE EDGE
Contributed by
Lemon
on
Tuesday, 29th January 2013 @ 04:33:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My head is spinning around, My eyes are speeding up, My mouth is like a paw of horse, Who jams grain of my words spoken.
This is time of nights fever Those I can not have a girl; These is a Saturdays fever, This dries all my dries my wet love.
My nose shoots cold magmas My senses walk trough Sahara But I am not giving up
Once day is passing on, And I need a shelter to rest.
I am so cold I seem to meet My inners pair, my inner demon. It says I am going to merry her; However I know Im on edge.
No I am not going to the hell As I did not complain the calling Of heaven, where I do not deserve To go when my body will turn on dust.
My head is spinning around, My eyes are speeding up But, be sure, I am not going to give up
Once day passed on. And I am going to bed.
Copyright ©
Lemon
... [
2013-01-29 16:33:28] (Date/Time posted on
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