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Damn! The Dry Cleaners Are Closed
Contributed by
papajfat
on
Wednesday, 9th July 2003 @ 01:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I'm having trouble breathing;
Breathing less each day;
Day is closing in like night, and I will not be afraid;
Afraid of what's behind me;
Behind me, understand;
Standing weak on my two feet, that belong to a different man.
This man is ripping curtains;
Curtains long since stained;
Stained a violent, purple-brown, that will hardly go away;
Away he senses passion;
Passion ruffled in her breath;
Breathing complications damage brain, causing sudden death.
Death to the informers,
Death to the accused,
Death to blonde-hair, pretty boys, driving a Porcshe,
Death to me and you.
You and me were happy;
Happy because we knew;
Knew that no one could ever come between us;
Us, meant me and you.
You should have known your future;
Future birthdays in a bag;
Bag today and bury tomorrow;
Tomorrow's not that bad.
Copyright ©
papajfat
... [
2003-07-09 13:05:00]
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Re: Damn! The Dry Cleaners Are Closed
(User Rating: 1 )
by yellow_sundragon on
Wednesday, 9th July 2003 @ 04:04:21 PM AEST
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I don't get how the title has anything to do with the poem, but the poem itself is good, a bit complicated, but very good.
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