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[aid] => mick
[title] => ...This Isn't...
[time] => 2004-05-12 14:49:16
[hometext] => * i wasnt gonna write for a while cuz ive hated everything ive written lately... but whatever * *I also couldn't think of a good title *
[bodytext] => ...This Isn't... So here it is you and while my head throbs, my eyes shut out the world, it is you, and I cannot stand this, you're another PIECE OF ***** and now my eyes are melting down my face, past tears, beyond, past fears, long gone, are springing back again "Please, no!" this is me on my knees Sobbing, I don't see why, I can't find my; life is a lie... so STOP LEAVE. lick my face with your tongue, i have sung, lick my blood, Horrid race I have run, savour taste, drink the flood. lick my face, lick my blood Yet still the small white desk fan hums and blows hums and blows yesssssss. Now my feet are dripping cold if she'd have cheated, she'd have told climb the wall to find the roof, find the proof out in the hall crying lonely, i'm a bad boy my countenance has no expression, (somber now, a bad impression) Soon my mouth will fill with blood, warm (I hope it's yours) cold Sidewalk Chalk, ChildLove, (young ones see) (my sexuality) Kick me Hit me Beat me. you've heard it all before Rape me Take me, Shake me, love me Let me pretend that you care. The sky is so beautiful, so blue This isn't poetry anymore. Black, like heart, like love, no love, now stop now STOP [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => SensitiveSoAbused [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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