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Sticky
Contributed by
Mim
on
Saturday, 22nd April 2006 @ 09:18:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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His fingers are cold and damp,
Like tentacles with suckers on them
And like tentacles his arms are strong.
His eyes are cold and hard,
Like ice cubes, solid in his head
And like ice you cannot hold them long.
His lips are cold and clammy,
Like slugs, crawling on my neck
And like slugs they leave a trail of slime.
Sticky, it clings on...
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Mim
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2006-04-22 09:18:41] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Sticky
(User Rating: 1 ) by gribbs on
Wednesday, 14th November 2007 @ 01:51:02 AM AEST (User
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the best discription of a true monster...hope healing has come to you... |
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