Blacklight on to Blacklight dead.
Contributed by
Ripper_Something_Unusual
on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 05:58:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Liquid Ice,
Flows down oesophagus pipes,
When its over hyped,
A buckshot- bother filled stain remains.
Un-payable price,
Stabs backs like slender knifes,
We all know the type,
Only goes swimming if its in the rain.
Falsetto nice,
Fooled more than a fool fooled twice,
Just a bitter slice,
Of jealousy playing a twisted game.
Buts whose to blame?
Do we share the shame,
Tossed in a breakdown lane,
Paradise always 5 miles,
No fuel.
Do they all have names?
Coming from where they came,
Makes healthy legs lame,
So many different styles,
So choose.
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2005-08-27 17:58:34] (Date/Time posted on
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