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This night
written by Genocide Reaper08:16 AM 8/9/04| Hello again my friend. What took you so Long? Why did you try so hard to run away? Is it because its hard to face each hurtful day? I understand. Don't look at my Other hand, just let it. Find what it needs to feel. Something cold, something beating. Something. Still.. How her lucious breast capture my Attention, I can't believe I'm giving her more than a Second glance. My eyes won't stay on track, its like that urge is coming back, as I walk down the street, I can feel my Hearts darkening Fleet. The agression isn't on its knees. "Hello Priceless." I think to myself as I walk past her glorious, being, something I can't do except much less than Adore. Oh how I wish I had you, Oh how I wish I was with you. God...Some one above. speak a Little clearer, make her come closer. I'm not a Holy Host, but my Body is now a Scapegoat for my Own Wicked desire, my own Wicked Nature, my Own wicked Design, its so...Wickedly Devine. I'll contain it this time, and walk down the line. I don't need to ravage her from behind. Not, this Night. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-9-2004 - 08:20 AM)
| i did what i needed to do...i made it so i appear when the site loads...no more of that game am i gonna play...abcka nd forth with you...was a riot of atime though...thanks you got me out of my writers block....anyroad...killer poem...softer and gentler than usual....that was nice....a good change of pace...it was deep...it was brillian *bows down to The Poetry God* |
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