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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jul 12, 2008 1:24:42 GMT -5
Brain cells are spitting -splitting- venomous bile; Spurning foreign objects as if they are bits of glass .. imbedded. Placed deep within thick tissue, get comfortable.. -close- accepted by churrning cells, pumping the oh-so-precious knowledge.. Prime instincts surface and fall silent.
Call me out to make yourself big.
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Post by cybele on Aug 17, 2008 15:12:07 GMT -5
the poem's form adds to the impact beautifully. Really like this one, I enjoy it more and more every time I read it.
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