| Open Poetry #30 |
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Ignoring the |
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disc22 New Member
since 2003-11-26
Posts 8lancs, england |
When I start to spill my own blood; That'll be the time I stop. Right now I'm on the floor, I can reach my house if I crawl You're not resting your bones here. You can sleep in the hall. Do you want a washing bowl? I don't want sick on the floor Do you still hear me? The red around my bones rendered me weak. (Talk to this finger -- because the face isn't listening) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
OH my. It feels awful to be totally ignored, doesn't it? |
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