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[title] => One or More Consenting Adults
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[bodytext] => Countless whispers echo in an empty portion of the skull Where nothing may enter the realm of awareness, or leave either As the meanings are mulled over and over without attention to detail False archetypes are built based upon a desire to stand corrected It is in these worlds, constructed solely to house latent fantasies Where explosions rocket from the base and pummel the exterior walls Creating gaping holes, porously leaking a metallic liquid substance Known as the soul… Its better now, now that I know Its the weather now, pouring sunshine Its a way of existing, a way of life Its everything I was resisting, the sharpened knife, In a pillow fight, with bricks for feathers The sorrowful night, one stick to rub together A shameful cry, when not one tear dropped A hateful life, careful not to live it twice, the chosen sacrifice…. ______________ _____________________ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lancaster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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