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taken from my book,
Every night he wakes up with claw marks and bruises all over his body. And every night they get worse and worse.
A date that starts off perfectly, ending with a flatulent spark of love.
By Jan Gabriel
This poem is about... wait, no. I have no absolutely idea what it's about. I don't even remember writing it, but apparently I did. Good God, what have I done?
This piece is subject to interpretation (and possible clinical analysis).
By K Flu
A quick poem about the one "thing".... we are all ashamed to talk about.
Some people suffer illnesses all their lives and that becomes the wallpaper of everything they do.
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Brian Peza Perrins
The dying thoughts of an addict