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Published: 2007-07-12 00:57:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 720; Favourites: 8; Downloads: 4
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I.Boredom crushed me down
Red wine kissed my come soaked lips
Filth becomes mundane
II.
Can’t get that smell of him out of my sheets
It festers and gnaws at my skin
It coats my face with a lattice of sticky pus and dark black rot
Even new sheets smell like him
However soaked in wine they smell fine
III.
Sick sad cold sweat
Wine whipped fury
Drunken soaked safety net
Fine, vision’s blurry
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Comments: 15
hypnotic71 [2007-12-31 07:44:49 +0000 UTC]
Raw and powerful. Creating a atmosphere, especially something this sensitive, is hard to do and you managed to pull it of perfectly.
A million praises go towards you.
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Draconicsoul [2007-08-03 15:36:28 +0000 UTC]
Where is the line between filth and mundanity?
Is it somewhere in your sporty new avatar?
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cloude In reply to Draconicsoul [2007-08-04 06:09:19 +0000 UTC]
That avatar is representative of repetitive filth that leads to mundaneness in filth. Not much a line between more so a finish line.
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cloude In reply to vonny-t-h-m [2007-08-04 10:19:56 +0000 UTC]
3rd try is always a charm I suppose.
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b33lz3bub [2007-07-18 12:38:46 +0000 UTC]
urh... reminds me of the feelings that overtook me for so long after she and i ended. i got a lot out of reading that
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edibleJAKE [2007-07-12 08:20:32 +0000 UTC]
urrrrrrr .... i knew you would write something like this
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cloude In reply to bo88y [2007-07-12 02:43:50 +0000 UTC]
His pretense befalls human nature. Reality paints our portrait of life time after time.
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