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harvest
Contributed by
Jigget
on
Thursday, 18th February 2016 @ 07:35:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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harvest
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in the race to taste it all
haste made me misplace the disgrace
that belonged on my face
but instead of blaming names
or lamely claiming shame
i breed the needy greedy beating bleeding seed
that indeed freed the bleeding deed to feed
i then proceed to dream of believing
the deceiving web theyre weaving
to escape the bereaved grieving
for lives spent leaving those lies to die
freezing.
the lies are about whose insides let out or conceived
that dry-heaving unbelieving reason for disease
thats not pleased until no ones breathing.
harvest season.
Joshua Howell
2007
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Re: harvest
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by hauntedscorp on
Wednesday, 24th February 2016 @ 12:12:48 PM AEST
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Sometimes a rhyme can be overdone, yes, even a rhyme lover like myself must admit this ugly truth. There was a brief moment I almost hastily lumped this write in with that /'/overdone/'/ category. Then I re-read it, a second and a third time. I slowed it down, and pulled the meat from the bone line by line, and I can appreciate the full flavour now.
Don/'/t cull the crop. The pests have merely nibbled at the flesh, but have yet to bore down to the fruit.
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