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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Razorblades Upon The Tongue
[time] => 2005-01-08 21:25:30
[hometext] => I'm not really sure where to put this... I'm not even sure... if it's any good... read and comment if u like...
[bodytext] => We have this strong connection... you and I. A bond... that will not be broken. 'Til the day one of us dies. Even though... we've never met. This connection is definitely there. It plays... Upon my heart... Upon my mind... Upon my tongue... Where... time and again... it has stung. Like razorblades slicing across my tongue. So sharp... so prickly... so short... the imaginary strokes... And with the sensation... I could taste copper in my mouth... Like copper in the blood... The sensation overwhelms me like a flood. Oh... please Lord! Please... Lord NO! Please... tell me it isn't so! Please... tell me this sensation is wrong! I've tried so hard to live up to your expectations. I've tried so hard to be who you wanted me to be... But I've failed in my attempts... time and again. I've failed so miserably. It's been so hard to fulfill such a tall order. Now... here I sit... once again... on that hurtful border. What to do? What to say? I'm only human... I'm not perfect... Not in any way! I've have my limitations Like everyone else... I screw up and become a louse. But I've never met anyone quite like you... Who has so much hate built up inside for themselves. Sometimes... I find it hard to talk to you... It's like walking on eggshells. I don't quite know what to say... For fear... you'll take it the wrong way. Then the guilt will play... Upon my heart... Upon my mind... Upon my tongue... Where... time and again... it has stung. Like razorblades slicing across my tongue. So sharp... so prickly... so short... the imaginary strokes... And with the sensation... I could taste copper in my mouth Like copper in the blood... The sensation overwhelms me like a flood. Oh... please Lord! Please... Lord NO! Please... tell me it isn't so! Please... tell me this sensation is wrong! These razorblades upon my tongue! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 43 [informant] => kidpoet_213 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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