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The Taste
Contributed by
Calbob
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Saturday, 28th June 2003 @ 01:35:00 PM in AEST
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His pink tounge flicks
From his fingers he licks
the salty, red droplets of blood
Marks on his shins
Tell of his sins
And the facsination he has with his blood
Scisors clenched tightly
he breathes out just slightly
as he forms a new well for his blood
His adrenaline churning
His lips are still yearning
for that wonderful taste of his blood
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Calbob
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2003-06-28 13:35:00]
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Re: The Taste
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by norm on
Saturday, 28th June 2003 @ 02:58:57 PM AEST
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Your an excellant poetical rhymer...
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Re: The Taste
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by norm on
Saturday, 28th June 2003 @ 02:59:42 PM AEST
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| make that YOU'RE |
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Re: The Taste
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by Sapphire on
Saturday, 28th June 2003 @ 07:24:13 PM AEST
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Sounds rather gothic to me. I love goth!
A nice little poem. |
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Re: The Taste
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 28th June 2003 @ 09:49:30 PM AEST
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| Great poem Calfred. = ) |
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