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Angiosperms
Contributed by
heartstrings_rewound
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Friday, 12th April 2013 @ 07:11:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Growing underground,
like the bulb,
of a pitcher plant.
Gobbling up flies,
spitting venom,
when I kvetch and rant.
Staring at the gate,
O the Gate,
not the pearly ones.
Let me out of Hell,
fire burns,
a hundred thousand suns.
Glitter in the night,
I'm falling down,
like a shooting star.
Meteorites are rocks,
you cannot smoke,
and so I choke on tar.
Put it in my lungs,
watch me put it in my lungs.
Yeah!
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Re: Angiosperms
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 12th April 2013 @ 11:11:40 PM AEST
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Interesting, definitely has a hellish feeling about it.
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