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Post by twistedangel on Sept 10, 2016 2:46:51 GMT -5
He called me beautiful I thanked him Then pushed me to a place none have business "But your eyes are so dead, wot happened? " Breaking contact..turn away Busy meself with a bottle Life, I replied
Dead ending convo An obvious sign 'Ye shall not pass'
Look not for heartbeats In a mortuary Or a pulse within a grave
Mummified long ago This curse be mine alone Protected by me own sarcophagus Heavy lid so hard to lift
Dwell within me own darkness Let sleeping dragons lie Be knight or prince to a worthy Snow White For I be tainted in sin
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Post by Veritas on Sept 14, 2016 13:10:02 GMT -5
awe, she didn't wanna come out of her shell n play! Bet he was disappointed, I cary a similar curse, though, this is you not caring or selfindulging, a bit. when in the thralls its hard to siher weather its genuine disdain or at some point projected self hatred. I dig when others are rejected though, comical , truly
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Post by twistedangel on Sept 14, 2016 13:16:13 GMT -5
Is probly a bit of both...but in the end it gets tiresome opening up then they piss off and then you start all over with somone else...is like your constantly on repeat an never moving forward...so these days I just don't bother...erm the simple version anyways ☺
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Post by Veritas on Sept 14, 2016 13:47:33 GMT -5
we are all mutton , how do you like your cut? I find the salesmanship of personalities f*ckn offal! and awful as well, if we weren't hypersensitive moody poet's what would we base our miserable lives o then
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Post by twistedangel on Sept 17, 2016 0:29:58 GMT -5
Lol join a forum of like minded souls an write crap poetry like the rest of the world
The more advanced we become the less human I feel
The larger our communities the more alone I become
hmm I worded it better 1st time, but pffft is still early o'clock ☺
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