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Contributed by
crimson_purity
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Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 11:11:38 AM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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Caught in the stolen sadism of a mind
Lost between the rights of a child and sever'd
Mothers instinct measured too many times
Against guilt under wilful love smother'd
Broken in the mist of a familiar
Intensity. Touched, myself, came nought but
Blood, perfect claustrophobic warmth, believed.
Frantically grasped within me.
Emotions spun.
Laid to rest. All Burnt up. Buried alive.
Silently starved.
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2005-07-02 11:11:38]
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Re: Close
(User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Sunday, 16th October 2005 @ 06:46:49 AM AEST
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| great poem, well done, i cant beleive no one has commented yet! |
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