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I told you the damn thing isn't capable of empathy.
I was dancing this morning;
my mouth full of lavender, sun adorned my ankles-
"I think I'll be god today," I said.
I was dancing this morning;
a sour stench filled my lungs, making me bitter
"I think I'll be god today," I said.
that filthy odor of expired love and rot
A sour stench filled my lungs, making me bitter
my mouth full of lavender, sun adorned my ankles-
that filthy odor of expired love and rot
I told you the damn thing isn't capable of empathy.
Comments (3 Comments)
- bloody kitty kat 11 - 06/19/2010
- good poem please go check mine out and tell me what you think
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- Kya Akai Kitsune - 07/27/2009
- i like it really its interesting, i havent ever heard of that type of poetry but it seems fun
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- saiyan2k1 - 07/27/2009
- i think you did a great job :p it's interesting cause it makes you think about the poem differently every time
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