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Jun 12, 2005 1:01:28 GMT -5
Post by Aish on Jun 12, 2005 1:01:28 GMT -5
One liter of merlot, and a cask of blood, my heart still bleeds you, motherf*cker - take your eyes out of this, and sing to the choir, i take the long way home.... my heart still bleeds you, still feeds upon your bones and breaks your lashes, crumbling. lead shots and trips, notwithstanding, the blind become the free. one sting, one flash of pain before you, knelt down on earthly knees. my heart still bleeds, still bleeds for you - a handfull of rain, a hairknot of gain, bound and watching...as you wait, and save yourself for me. I savor and save you, too. nothing but, before or everafter.
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Jun 14, 2005 20:48:59 GMT -5
Post by x__powerABUSE on Jun 14, 2005 20:48:59 GMT -5
I think I relate most to your work. You have a great skill sober or not. It looks like me and you are the only one who write while intoxicated. Hmmm.
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Jun 15, 2005 2:58:45 GMT -5
Post by Moonstone Maiden on Jun 15, 2005 2:58:45 GMT -5
It really sang to me... hmm.
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Jun 15, 2005 11:45:50 GMT -5
Post by Aish on Jun 15, 2005 11:45:50 GMT -5
My thanks, Daze and Lu. You may be right, Daze...although I think Leash will eventually join us here. *smiles*
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Jun 15, 2005 14:55:35 GMT -5
Post by _black phoenix_ on Jun 15, 2005 14:55:35 GMT -5
i f*cking loved that. such a raw piece of writing chrys.. really enjoyable. i will! haha.. honestly, im usually too high or too drunk to remember to take my writing home after ive been drinking.. ive got pizza boxes and all sorts of strange materials covered in poetry at my friends houses.
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