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[title] => Crusty Towel
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[bodytext] => What happens when you let go of something that was not supposed be released ? Does it survive for eternity in the heavens, among the clouds and giant trees? Will it eventually find its peace? Does it burn in the fires of hell where damnation turns up the heat? Until someone screams? "Let me be!" If one is to succeed He must show no mercy No need For help He does not fear adversity He takes what's coming Becomes stronger from what has been done Punished? "No my son" More like a lesson learned A picture torn A moment for reflection The tides of perceived perfection have undoubtedly turned A ride of admiration leads to a disgusting revelation No one cares about him except the few that do Who they are, is as much a mystery to him, as it is to you What was once viewed as divine is now nothing but a mere human bidding time Combine love and selfishness a recipe for pain Nothing is forever He will not be hurt again Endless love cut off at the watering well of the heart Blind temptation leads to hasty decisions Where one makes another uncomfortably smart Logical indignations One makes a new beginning the other looks for a place to start living Start realizing that so much is missing Kissing isn't foreplay If it ends in separation Rubbing isn't helpful When it eliminates fornication Learning to breathe again Walking with his head held high again Not to pretend Go about life with genuine passion For something Anything that makes sense Really anything that sparks the pen Takes the imagination to places it has never been Transports the body to pleasures only obtained through sin What is sin? When you don't recognize where to begin on the skin The moisture collects Where the lips shiver electricity reflect The tingling projects What will spew forth next A release of built up stress And as it drips down the chin to the neck To the stomach where it sits Understand what to expect You have invited his body all that is correct Yet you have come to realize It's this Or loneliness Nothing else left Enjoy the moment The clean up will be a degrading mess ------ ---- [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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