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Anger Management In Its Most Extreme
Contributed by
eyesxcriedxout1989
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Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 08:01:50 PM in AEST
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EmotionalPoetry
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We were up late last night Starting fist fights with beaten pillows Anger management in its most extreme We bruised our knuckles On eachothers temples To be unconcious was to be victorious Our faces bled through every possible source Bloody rivers, forming tributaries Dripping and staining our shirts Vision correction With connection from my fist You start to weep Realizing your defeat Wrapped your arms around my neck In a brotherly embrace I had to make you listen one way I think I have your attention...
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2004-09-28 20:01:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Anger Management In Its Most Extreme
(User Rating: 1 ) by xafflictedx on
Tuesday, 28th September 2004 @ 08:20:56 PM AEST (User
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| This is a wonderful poem. Some times getting someone too listen means lashing out. Bravo. |
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Re: Anger Management In Its Most Extreme
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadreckoning1983 on
Thursday, 30th September 2004 @ 03:56:16 PM AEST (User
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| shut-up mandrew!!! i will say who gets a pat on the back and it is certainly mason who should get one for his wonderful poem about violence. kudos mason on this bloody and horrific tale of blood and horror.lol, i'm joshin' around, though it was an excellent poem. |
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Re: Anger Management In Its Most Extreme
(User Rating: 1 ) by theMoth on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 04:09:33 PM AEST (User
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I really like your
narrative style.
--Mothy |
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