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II
Contributed by
savingmarion
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Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 08:12:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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You be the lion and Ill be the stillbirth,
Phlegmatically screaming, Soli deo gloria!
That will be an infecting puss of decisions,
Marked in the footfalls of our tangent,
Until we can manufracture our prayers,
To the point where they taste like sunrise.
Eclipsing themselves into an angry womb,
They will pant in a homicidal eloquence,
That hoarses out suggestions, bellowing,
There should be blood on these walls.
All the while, being far to obedient,
To our masochistic cries for help.
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2005-04-04 20:12:12]
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Re: II
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by JacobsKK on
Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 08:15:01 PM AEST
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| Lots of big words. I'm only in high school, but I enjoyed reading nonetheless. :-) Good job. |
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Re: II
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by POETICALLY-INCLINED on
Monday, 4th April 2005 @ 08:25:38 PM AEST
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| I loved this poem, and you just put into words whats been in my heart for a while and i thank you for it. I loved this. |
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