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Retort upon my house
Contributed by
Aristotle
on
Monday, 14th August 2006 @ 03:56:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Broken windows shatter like dreams floating above a house of cards.
Glass shards run circles around your thoughts and mine.
Cutting and ripping at anything they find within my brain.
Leaving my brain a blended meal to be served as Atkins.
Stuffed down the throats of critics, or loves lost, and historians, who speak of the past like a wetdream.
Bloody thoughts, force-feed to the cows and pigs of society.
They all wish to hear my thoughts, to know my mind.
Fine *****S .... drink my thoughts.
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Aristotle
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2006-08-14 15:56:21] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Retort upon my house
(User Rating: 1 ) by drtylilsecret on
Monday, 14th August 2006 @ 10:40:35 PM AEST (User
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oh, brilliant....that is some mind you've got there.....fantastic, i absolutely loved it, can't wait to read more.
~talli |
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