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metaphorically speaking

Poetry By: dubl

it's kinda short...but i like it :]

Submitted:Jul 23, 2009    Reads: 66    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

hang your head upon my mantle
even though you disgust and disarm
i can vomit colors like a roman candle
and you can sound off like a car alarm
and into the bed we'll sink like the stink
from decay and rot claims a corpse
you were the ball holding my chain
but you're dragging me under the earth
i am the sun after a long day's work
of turning and yearning to be
the center of your universe or
the only light you'd ever need


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