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[title] => mournful optimist
[time] => 2005-05-05 23:41:43
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[bodytext] => Opposite myself is me looking directly back at myself from the front withholding evidence from me...by me... for me My mentality is a cause of Natural Selection I am Darwinism at its finest drudging through all processed thoughts of my past Ready to spark a new light... I sit back - almost lost my balance so busy doing nothing I completely forgot my vertical plateau buttoned up like a warm wool coat loose with all its hang-ups and hung over while I hover over this world like pixie dust or shimmering powders of mink... I am a soul assassin after your heart with sand sharp skin to the touch and eyes destined for euphoric sights and my painted lips sip the venom- My analogy will cause cancer to your digital disarray that sustains life in a state of never ending consciousness... I lie down and look at the asphalt your asphysixiating asbestos and my eyes gleem with pride, as salt waters fall from yours.... I won You looked into my eyes and you saw my life- then you made your salty fluids pour out and into my wounds.... my womb.... I won Now all I need is a horseshoe for good luck and maybe a clear shot, Because that is me: The Mournful Optimist wailing and pleading for life to keep going - on and on and on... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => poeteeza [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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