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Dead
Contributed by
ArloDisarray
on
Saturday, 24th August 2013 @ 11:46:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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You may consume my being.You may chew me up and spit me out.
You can break all my bones
and peel off my skin.
You can poison my heart with kindness
Do what you can to fool me
But I'm not even sure I know how
to take a breath, if you let me
You could throw me to the floor, and kick me
Or step right down onto my head
You can slit my throat right open
because I'm already dead
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Re: Dead
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 25th August 2013 @ 12:49:14 AM AEST
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toughened to callousness, hung out to dry, clothes completely torn to shreds hanging on the clothes line in the desert with no wind. T-shirts for sale/ greeting cards, false greetings, innuendo with no inroads. Can't pass the love. Not when you're dead. Poison in the passion fruit.
We get got caught up in all this and for what? You got you babe, Sony should have sang.
Peace! |
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