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[sid] => 105529
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Neat Shreds
[time] => 2005-09-12 09:41:32
[hometext] => ..a poem on evil, misjudgement and hypocrisy..
[bodytext] => Neat Shreds Gently gliding.. glistening, in the dim lights of the night; moves my stranger, the lost of the many. Shadows..like your demons imprison me, sheets of dispair. Tied in knots, pulled over my eyes, make everything look a little.. black.... kind of.. distorted. Blood stains, appear like the angels, in search, of the one.. ...who fell. Around your broken ankles. Still in shackles, she wimpers, and like every wound infected... you ooze your bloody mess. There''s a shatter... ............of thoughts in the distance.. Its sounds a lot like, a million children.. just crying.. just sobbing, maybe bleeding. Who knows. But I know very well.. that this stranger is naked, cut up into thin, neat shreds.. and is begging to be...broken. So I take out my knife, and i rest its shiny edge. in.....between....my thighs... I pull it closer...and closer... to your throat. The words, are getting on my lungs. My patients, turned so thin it vanished. And as sick as it sounds.... I love you. My dead, ,bloodied stranger.. I love you with all my heart... my soul.... ....my body every inch...of my skin. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 13 [informant] => True-to-the-Heart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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