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Sylfester - Dec 13, 2004 - 1 min read
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touching lips to ear i revel in the vastness of our closeness his voice dripping ambrosia aphrodisiac filling my soul drunk on his speaking i speak my own wine sparkling ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 1 min read
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he opened my eyes opened my thighs kissed me sucked my soul banished my fear bit my ear touched me ate me alive tore out my heart spread me apart ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 1 min read
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I remember his nose I remember because we never spoke of it I can see it in my mind’s eye pictured perfectly I never saw his nose I never saw ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read
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peppermint whispers ‘please’ her eyes defiant I know she wants me the way she cocked her head licked her lips beckoned me to the stairwell her costume revealing just enough ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read
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The jab cross to your nose makes something give way it bleeds a lot Your nose Your face is smeared with the stuff grotesque really no crimson droplets glistening like ...
Myriadne - Dec 13, 2004 - 1 min read
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New Topic cos the other one's getting a bit long.... Anyhoo, Chapter 5, fresh from the oven, not checked, full of holes probably.... -------------------- Councillor Armen was worried, for several, ...
Firestarter - Dec 13, 2004 - 1 min read
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All right, for the first poem I am posting up here, it shall be my best. I have written some awesome poetry, but none shall surpass this...if it does, then ...
Soyala Amaya - Dec 13, 2004 - 6 min read
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take great care with the landscaping, the cement steps and the oil-linked fences a careful leveling is occurring, a self-sustaining puppet, a billboard satellite state, one more paved-street america— toxic ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read
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“Trust not him that hath once broken faith; he who betrayed thee once, will betray thee again.” You are (were) the One You materialized Something like a déjà vu dream ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read
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He plays guitar Songs that speak to my soul Tug at the stiches Holding my heart together Eyes closed But smouldering Straining to sing truth He plays guitar Tenderly and ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 1 min read
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The note rises from a place primeval, guttural, just below my Adam’s Apple. It mixes with that of my fellows to create one, low, pulse. The sound spins, sparkling and ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read
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sea of green and one lone grey building stands mute amongst the reeds lonely, broken, empty home free from the burden of a family, soulless and eternal lazy drifts by ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 1 min read
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Beautiful Li's husband was sent away to help build the Great Wall. She was hearbroken. Everyday she would climb to the top of a hill with her child in arms ...
Galatea - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read
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Why do you hold me back all the time? All I want is your approval. Hold me back and I'll snap. But you stretch me anyway Push me in one ...
InnerTurmoil - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read