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ARTnoob — On Your Way To The Grave
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Published: 2012-01-31 20:36:30 +0000 UTC; Views: 218; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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It is a prehensile tensileDiminutive little thread
Holding on my conscious
Like a witch until I'm dead
A curse looms threateningly
Just above my cowering head
Oh all the falsities and incorrectness
Bouncing around instead
It's like a phoneme made especially for me
Repeating all the things I've never said
It's almost like my mouths a draw, depleted of voice
May be why the floor around, is all covered in red
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Comments: 2
You are very "visual" with your words.
I loved the last line the best.
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Sometimes. I hate you because of your talent with words. But hate is as strong emotion. So I opt for disliking you and your talent, a lot.
Good job hon!
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