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The Heat of Pain
Contributed by
Pyrofungus
on
Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 07:58:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My hand turns green
As the sun begins to burn
Shout a little louder now dear
I cant see the spasms in your lips
As I begin to bite you o so hard
My dear youre sweating
Put on some shades
And drink some juice
I see that youve been
Punctured from the side
A wound left open for display
Look me in the eyes and tell me that it hurts
As the blood slowly drips towards the floor
So hot but cold
Fingers left out in the sun to long
O lick your lips my dear
Stare at the glass on the floor
Dont drop those eyes
Dont start to cry
Just smile
Dont worry
Cause everythings alright
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Pyrofungus
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2005-04-06 19:58:25]
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Re: The Heat of Pain
(User Rating: 1 )
by silverjade on
Wednesday, 20th April 2005 @ 07:43:23 PM AEST
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very dark and intense with a twist of sweetness like it
keep out the good writes |
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