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Misunderstood
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Misunderstood |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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The world is full of merciless, greedy analysts. They crucify Me and My blood runs red. There’s truth in wine, but I remain anonymous At AA meetings, where My palms are read. They tear My flesh. I wear the thorny crown. They spit at Me. I cleanse them with My tears. I hear My poems murmured by the crowd. This murmur echoes for two thousand years. Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master [This message has been edited by Master (06-13-2003 02:23 AM).] |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
interesting write,,, QjQ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool write! |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
very Interesting, I like the red blood and Wine Parts Interesting Indeed ARCTIC WIND |
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