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voodoo love spell
Contributed by
blackmarker
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Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 10:30:34 PM in AEST
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Legs weak and knees numb.
He’s so cold; don’t touch him in mo[u]rning.
Can’t run. Can’t hide.
Sleeping on cardboard boxes.
Spirit crushed when her cheeks are flushed.
Now she’s more alone than ever.
Seaweed tangles and shaving nicks,
They don’t buy his innocence.
At last at the end of her tether,
Oozing glass and falsetto tires.
A mangled mass.
Diagnosis: death imminent,
Nearly D.O.A.
Prescription?
Take two aspirin and call me in the morning.
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Re: voodoo love spell
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by lostrelic on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 11:44:05 PM AEST
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| very cool write it lost me the first time i had to read it again |
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Re: voodoo love spell
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by Kie on
Sunday, 28th August 2005 @ 09:27:23 AM AEST
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I had to ponder this one. I'm (assuming) that you meant that the body appeared dead and was revived by a voodoo potion or was dead and then revived to a zombie like---love form?
When I think voodoo---I think of the carribean, chickens feet, handmade dolls, teacups, incense etc. (Probably been in one too many shops on vacation)
Was your poem about a love spell gone bad? I dunno, just asking.
It is definitely original and it sure leaves me pondering. (Which is a good thing)
Kie :) |
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