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these are
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 01:12:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Through a car window, clear,
staring, staring
out the window;
the trees pass by
too fast, too fast...
pass me by
"These are the days when I am the lonliest."
and now the wind is in my hair
ripple
flutter
furl...
"Why the long face?" Well
these are the days...
I shall console myself with fantasy, child.
I should love to break his arms and legs
at the knees and elbows
his fingers at the knuckles
so pasty.
shattered nose and jaw
from iron, steel
Bloodflow...
"These are the days when I am the lonliest."
Hot tears of anger, grief
no one will want me,
no one can love me,
no one will want me
no one can love me
till i'm pounding the window
harder, will it break?
glass will cut me,
kill me, slice and sever?
you people must leave me
alone, for i am destined to be...
unloved.
unwanted.
feel my fantasy
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2004-07-27 01:12:09]
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Re: these are
(User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on
Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 01:30:40 AM AEST
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| dark and awesome. venkat |
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Re: these are
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by Psyche on
Wednesday, 28th July 2004 @ 04:39:50 AM AEST
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| Feel your fantasy> I'm feelin' it SSA... I'm feeling it. |
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