| » Poem: pass the ketchup, son. |
pass the ketchup, son.
written by .purity.12:36 AM 3/13/05where it's dark is where it hides
for what it is, is what's inside
kidding myself-i guess it lied
at the end of all days
it waits for me
the price i have paid
dragged eyes to the screen
torn at the seams
of glossy magazines
and the price was never too high
for everytime the debt was due
it was killing me inside |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by ceres (3-13-2005 - 12:43 AM)
| It was good but what was your inspiration for your title? It has nothing to do with ketchup..... |
by forbiddenangelofdarkness (3-13-2005 - 12:57 AM)
by .purity. (3-13-2005 - 01:27 AM)
| the title? oh, i just don't like it blank.
i don't even like ketchup. |
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