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The Taste
Contributed by
dragonfly
on
Sunday, 5th December 2004 @ 10:24:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Heavy, sour taste. Stomach heaving With every bite. Spit it out. Can't seem to Get rid of the taste. Screaming, slamming, Spewing out your hate. Directed towards me. i won't cower now. I'm not afraid this time. I'll stand to you, Face to face. And fight this unfair fight. Rubbing my tatebuds raw. Scraping off skin.
It's seem to have sunk in. When I say I'm not afraid
I'll swing and hit, Until I pound My point into your head. I'm not afraid of you. The taste. I figured it out. That's your poisonous hate Dripping into my skin. But now I taste victory So sweet and secure. I've finally showed you,
Especially yours.
Copyright ©
dragonfly
... [
2004-12-05 22:24:59] (Date/Time posted on
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