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Payday
Contributed by
IamChrisHuff
on
Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 07:07:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My soul is spread out
Like butter spread
Over too much bread.
Like paper
without anything
to bear down on.
Like eating salt
by itself.
Like talking to
the wall,
not even
yourself.
Like understanding
what's being said,
when all is quiet.
Like paper
without anything
to bear down on.
Copyright ©
IamChrisHuff
... [
2004-05-08 19:07:22]
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Re: Payday
(User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on
Friday, 14th May 2004 @ 06:08:34 PM AEST
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Very crearive.
luv, hugggs,
emy |
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Re: Payday
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by reprobate on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 03:35:24 PM AEST
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it's a good write but i don't make the connection between what we deserve and the poem. i'm a little thick sometimes...
thanks for sharing |
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